Robots And Them.

I am no Alfred Prufrock;
you were self invited to decorate my tardy brain.
It was made to break, either way.

Never mind.

In my foremost attempt for world
domination, you laughed.
I failed
even to win the gratitude of your heart.

But lets keep this simple.
You told me to "wait"
but were you not the one holding my
map?

Encapsulate everything I have
done for your merriment.
To walk you up the aisle,
wrap your vows around my being.

Useless.

Take me for a loser. Go on.
I'll wear a blood stained shirt
and out-turn the hat on my head.
Wear a new mask, it's
"only a trend".

Speeding, wasted cars;
our journey's not just begun.
Resenting the restlessness I dread
at daylight; yearn for you to bring my
heart to "soul perfection".

Why do I lie to myself?
(I love her).

Full stop. No, of course not.

Rules come last in your game.
But I have learned to lose interest at
a rapid progress.

Because you've taken one too many
breaks.
It all comes down to the breaks.
One too many promises--

--then I resume. I will always resume.
(a lack of choice).

I shall be your twisted Robot. And you, one of Them.