SHUNK. SHUNK.
the horrible sound, of mechanical incisors,
Ripping into my thighs
As I programmed it to do.
a sigh of relief, from those around me.
Finally,
I am dead.
My head, lay empty
The corpse of a wolf,
That once dreamed of getting better.
Doomed this fate,
tied to a life that's filled with pain and hate
Why do they weep for me?
Why do they lose sleep, over what was never theirs?
Surprised at what they caused.
shocked, and awed.
As my flesh rots
and rots
and
rots.
Do not mourn.
there is nothing to miss.
I was never really there,
a brain that was hollow,
spare for awful, sick thoughts.
Filled with wires,
malfunctioning computer parts that HURT AND HURT AND
I feel nothing. I never have,
illusions of my mind,
Try and Lobotomize me and
You'll find nothing, again.
Oh,
That special sorrow,
empty, lonely,
If that's the only thing I feel, I am grateful,
I'm a simple man, you know.
I have a bruise, I press on it so it hurts.
A hangnail, I pick at it.
Sick. sick,
I only grow sicker
SHUNK SHUNK
the blade has sunk, further into my skin
what a lovely feeling
Now into my throat,
I lay afloat
In a lake of my blood,
Who is to blame?
Those who made me forget my own name?

Don't look at me like that.
stop. stop it.
Don't you know how much I love you?
I don't want you to see me like this,
a husk,
a hollow endo-skeleton of who I once was
Stop caring about me.
I'm begging you.
Staring, staring, staring
such beautiful eyes,,
A goddess among men,
and then,
There's me.
who is that anyway?