Technology,commands you however it likes
Technology,takes you to the worst places as it pleases
But in that lonely core of your heart
you feel something other than metal
the core that hates,the center that starts
you have something more than a medal
a heart,kind of bad
moldy and sad
never thought I'd be kind to your life
never thought it would be alive.
But you don't have eyes,either ears or a voice
you're just a machine to my choice.
I hate you,but you enslaved me.
YOU ARE READING
𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 ☆ 𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶
RandomWhy? Who? Where? When? How? So many questions to one answer. Madness.
