Mechanical Me

I could awaken in a hull of nothing.

I could be an understated woman.

Give me spontaneity and I will show you my true form.

A courageous dive into the forbidden and unknown.

I may be a rose under a glass jar, or is just another lunatic within a lull.

Damned my soul may be, but not my courage is not a systematic.

I don’t have an off switch, because I can finally breathe life in.

Sharp and cool breaths.

Dangerously warm skin, what is this?

A soul yearning to break out of something predestined.