"the machine"

Unnatural world,

natural one-

who should I be

and how should I proceed?

Tired eyes,

golden hair;

I hide behind

the pieces of my mind,

I view all the world

through a dead lens,

the noise proceeds

and the machine turns…

who could I be

if I was in

another world?

I love them,

I truly do;

the world’s air runs out

as the bruises on my face

grow dark

as I accumulate more

to prove to the world

that I am the one they bred me to be.