Orange Moons + Machines

I think that I’ve gone crazy, mindless. 
I’ve lost sight of myself, i am spineless. 
I know no controls, I cannot empathize. 
A soul that's long been sold and a heart desensitized. 
Blood flows through me cold, my pulse mechanized. 
Anger's a thousandfold and every second emphasized.





Poetry by Leila
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Written on 2013-04-19 at 08:33

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I love the way the title leads to the poem, with it's harsh opposites, and the way the last line seems so definitively final. This seems like the soft and hard reality of life.
2013-04-23


Commentally Ill
(the last line of this has scared me into not leaving a comment.)

:)
2013-04-19


Chaucer Whethers
Cool writing sounds of institutionalized humanity crying out
2013-04-19