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net poetry - (triggering) - siasl - 08-10-2009
I stumbled on this in a news group once upon a time. It is anonymous, but really expresses some feelings that I am in touch with. Sometimes I'm just moved by things I read or hear. This was just one of those times.
siasl
[b][b][b][b]Another Machine – Anonymous
Another Machine, and cold to the touch
I wonder why we feel so much
It’s all in the playing, it’s never a game
We’d like you to join us; You can’t…What a shame
I thought I could fix the Machine, but, you see
The machine couln’t tell what’s supposed to be me
So I thought, if we looked hard enough, it and I
We could find out what makes me make other ones cry
I pulled off my face and I looked underneath
Now I can’t stop looking and now I can’t sleep
The wiggly things crawl and they squirm and they eat
I feed on them now as they’re feeding on me
I ripped off the top of my head yesterday
To find out where all of the scary things stay
It won’t go back on, now, and all I could find
Was a cold, empty hole where I once kept a mind
My chest was unhinged, so I opened it up
To pour some more knowledge of me in my cup
I searched for my heart, it was brittle and cold
And found many more broken things, shriveled things, old
I went outside, today, and, forgetting my skin
Displayed all my shrunken and black slimy sin
And I wanted to die, but I don’t have the guts
‘Cause guilt ripped out these entrails with swift, vicious cuts
And the pain, it bleeds on, it just won’t go away
Lithium helps it scab, but no gods hear me pray
So I freeze all my parts and I mop up my brains
For the day that I might become human again.
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