there is no severity in a flattened iron casing that has become my heart <br />a robotic adaption made by me, where my glowing red eyes register the prize <br />of an engineer who can only save me, can only turn me back into a person <br />free me from these invisible bonds so I can once again stand on top of the clouds <br />that have somehow invaded my mind. <br /> <br />all the black has degenerated into a red compilation of sensation, but I like it, tickling my brain like a phone on vibration, <br />like a tongue on a tongue in a face, but let's be real; <br />it's impossible to safely guess the unguessable, unsafe to guess the undoable, suicidal to reach the peak of who does what or who goes where. <br /> <br />so just f-- go for it, don't be unoriginal like the million of insects out there<br /><br />Kale Beaudry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-1124/
