Written 10/7/15.
im an automaton
i see myself in third person
like a child in the zoo
i see the tiger and feel it calling me
but i can't reach it, it's too fari have a weird patched up version of my brain
it's imploded far too often, exploded on occasion
the control is somewhere and a demon mustve found it
the scoundrel
and pressed all the buttons
never knew how to work it in the first place
how am i supposed to live when between my mind and my body there istoo much space
i am not living
im just surviving
my brain says : keep giving
up, youre a toy on a shelf
lost control of yourself
used and used again
youre an automaton
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A Collection of Short Works
AléatoireI get ideas sometimes and I have to write them out.