I cast a spell to remove my emotions
I can feel all of my molecules losing their motion
The ability to care at all has left me.
This isn't a cry for help, it's a eulogy.
I am merely a machine; a mind of the hive.
Sure, I bleed, but am I truly alive?
I shrug at the violence
There is poetry in the silence.
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Random Poetry
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I write at random about random stuff. You can find my every emotion and feeling somewhere in these poems