Transformer

Transformer... I am so sorry I tend to whisper to my self while the wings on my back enfold me in my idiocy and bust in a furl of feathers and fire. My authentic halo falling broken reinforcing my thoughts on transformations... My lush lies crept up into me whispering to you my secrecy and my merry go round patterns... I was adapted to serous sabotage and unconsidered volcanic eruptions... Having nothing to react to I made my own quake... i deserve everything. But for you to say I can't feel is something that just shocked me at my core... But then again what should I expect? Secret boyfriends? are you kidding me...? But then again what should i expect... I gave you a reason to be suspicious a reason to say those things... With my viscosity on the subject I realize I have to be punished... and it has nothing to do with you...