Robotic

by NotCryingForHelp   Apr 8, 2011


Hollow eyes, bright in the light
see through you, dont consider your blight
I am mechanical and cold
hard-set face and rigid jaw.
I am rented out and sold
Pure metal- unrefined and raw.

Soft whispers, harsh shouts
reach my mind, but ech out.
Your fists may hit so hard
I may feel them, with no regard.
Im sorry you dont make a difference
im sorry you cant hurt me
im sorry i dont even try
for someone who wants to see me bleed.

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