Just A Machine

by quiet lullaby   Oct 3, 2010


Electric Pain,
The Tick,
The Drum And Drone
That Drives You Insane.

A Wire Thats Wrapped
Around And Around Again.

Tearing And Ripping,
The Tension Digging,
And Noticing The Pool Of Sticky Red Blood
Thats Just Steadily Increasing.

Drip,
Drip,
Dripping,
And Again Someones Screaming,
And Again They Try
And Stop The Salvation.
Preventing A Rescuing,
Stopping The Life From Ceasing.

Electric Pain,
The Buzz,
The Flicker And Zap
That Drives You Insane.
Programed To Burn Deep
And Cause Unimaginable,
Excruseating Pain.

Cooking And Scolding,
The Scent Of Flesh Smoldering,
And Collapsing On The Floor
As Sticky Red Blood
Is Rapidly Draining.

Drip,
Drip,
Dripping And Again
Someones Screaming
And Again They Try
And Stop The Redemption.
Preventing A Saving, Stopping The Life From Ceasing.

Don't They Know I'm Just A Machine.

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  • 14 years ago

    by perfectsonnet

    This is excellent.
    It really gives the un detached image of suicide, and the fustration that a loved one may experience from someone with those thoughts
    .
    Though there is no doubt of the imagary here, i do think this work would benefit from a bit more emotion, it just seems too cold for the subject matter.
    Still great work regardless.

    5/5

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