roboto
with a heart as cold as ice,
joint with pieces of metal,
of IC and circuits of evil,
in aim to reach perfection,
with emotions and feelings at distant,
and fear to drown in seclusion,
when darkness seeps,
and turns to black night,
it trickled tears,
tears that never cease to stop.
shaken by times of barren winds,
the shields of metal thickened,
and yet blood trickled,
when pierced by none but the truth,
so it seems the mind of spell,
has revealed its flesh,
released from strains of programmed chips,
the metal shields of make belief,
withdrew into feathers of release.
Note: This was composed after rereading my diary…which i confess mus’ve been written mostly when i’m down…and somehow inspired by a japanese drama i watched recently. It depicts my other side whom i believed i had been living…
