I feel unnecessary
I feel without purpose
I do not see colour
i paint in black
My art is missing talent
like my ability to fall
I feel beauty in darkness,
oblivion
Colour is yet another incision
all I want is black
this is just a machine
why must I be your wiring
my own brain can not handle it's gears
my gears are jammed
my teeth do not fit together
yet I am without the mettalic clash
I cannot be reached by humans.
I am without touch
I do not need myself.
I am without need,
