I wrote this when I was really mad with Drey. I felt like posting even if I wrote it a month ago. It’s random and weird- like me!!
Do you really think I need to hear this mellow dramatic soliloquy?
The same that is in a romance novel-
Those random strings of letters that have all the seeming of a meaning.
Do you really want to be the martyr of this chaos and stupidity that is called ‘machine’?
If you desire this, then I see the depression-
That dances in your eyes.
Don’t force your beliefs on me-
I’m much happier in my little insane tree.
You do I seek reason in your chaos?
Why do you focus on me?
You gave your hand a break, eh?
Because human touch is poison to thee.
Yes, a machine suits you perfectly.
Curse these perverted thoughts- that is a part of my tendencies.
Doses your scorn has to be mine to share?
You may be broken inside-
But you have no right to drag me down with you.
You will never know my joy-
Because I can dance away my care.
I know your sorrow-
And it’s something I don’t want to share.
***Side note- I have no clue where the tree came from.Or any of this outher stuff for that matter.****