Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Robots

Shiny and cold
With hallow eyes
A thing with not much life
Under control
Not living your own
Holding papers wherever you go

With every task you try to complete
Do you lose another love
That has so much soul
You push those poor souls aside
Crush the others with your feet
Saying that they don't know how to live life
And step on them to progress to the next level
But you never thought that, actually..
You are the one with no life to begin with
Nothing more than a scrap piece of metal
And I feel so sorry for you

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