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Svengali - A Machine of a Man.
Eyes of wood. Hands of brass. Brain, non-existent. It was a better time.
Eyes of flesh, hands of skin. Brain.. cogs and gears. For the first time, I could feel. All I felt was cold. For the first time I could see. All I saw was pain. For the first time I could think. All I thought was life.
In this world, everyone is fighting. In this world, everyone is hating something. In this world, all I can hear, see and know is greed, selfishness and absolute misery. A machine in human skin. Incapable of living naturally. Incapable of feeling normal. Unwilling to adapt and blend. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
A thought of death, much more happier and safer than life. A thought of being alone, much easier than being surrounded.
Life. What a hard hitting joke.
Eyes of flesh, hands of skin. Brain.. cogs and gears. For the first time, I could feel. All I felt was cold. For the first time I could see. All I saw was pain. For the first time I could think. All I thought was life.
In this world, everyone is fighting. In this world, everyone is hating something. In this world, all I can hear, see and know is greed, selfishness and absolute misery. A machine in human skin. Incapable of living naturally. Incapable of feeling normal. Unwilling to adapt and blend. A wolf in sheep's clothing.
A thought of death, much more happier and safer than life. A thought of being alone, much easier than being surrounded.
Life. What a hard hitting joke.
Published 19th Sep 2012
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19th Sep 2012 6:08pm
Anonymous
18th Oct 2012 7:56pm
This one is just bloody fan super tastic!
Its a tale in a tale in a tale, like the unfolding of a picturesbook and its very subtile since the messages lay under the presence of the words. And the thought of an end is in some ways the mortal need for imortality
(here and there i also recognise Jim Morrison in your words) However most of all I think youre very skilled, carry on carry on, write while you may!
Mourganna¤
Its a tale in a tale in a tale, like the unfolding of a picturesbook and its very subtile since the messages lay under the presence of the words. And the thought of an end is in some ways the mortal need for imortality
(here and there i also recognise Jim Morrison in your words) However most of all I think youre very skilled, carry on carry on, write while you may!
Mourganna¤
