Make Me A Machine

Fuck this stupid heart
This psycho body part
Make me a machine
On oil or on steam

Take this useless piece of flesh
And give me something new
This things that led to all this mess
Are connected to you

I will think of you no more
I'll get this stupid thing replaced
Get a heart-engine installed for sure
That won't lead to a waste

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I can't add a fourth para, so there is a story instead. The First, on my story blog.

I Don't Know Why I am Losing Myself

No one has tried to wake me
Slept somewhere back in time
Now i sleep walk like a zombie
And everything is fine, so fine.

Oblivious to world falling apart
The words of critics don't matter
This sick rhythm is of my heart
While my body gets fatter

Sometimes i'm nudged from my dreams
I grasp and flounder in the dark
But the thread is loose in the seams
The arrow always misses the mark

So I fall back in blissful ignorance
Like a dead fish, go with the flow
Is there a chance of happiness?
I don't know, I don't know

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I fall down 7 times, i bounce back 8.

There was a quote i read a long time ago, "If you can write a poem about it, you can defeat it"

I am fighting.

Recycled Nightmares X

http://www.scribd.com/doc/32281773/Recycled-Nightmares-X

This above is the link to the ebook of poems i made few years back. This is version X. Some changes. Some rearrangements. But all the goodness and the badness too.

Check it out (It's free), let me know how you like it.

Cheers!

N