Andy Droid

Would robots dream of being free no laws to obey no sub routine shackles choice i think this was missing in my programming Sleep just emptying darkness Hope a nonsense word A bark by the wonky Jabber if only these eyes wouldn't open and this breath stopped breathing life has tired of me trying to stop the air in my blackhole inside pulling skin thin let the end begin giving death a shrug no wave to life forgotten bleaks piled high in the streets buying clothes from the diss mall every d pressed prolifically cadavered Every s has an ad sewing row after row swimming in the g reef morns were never fuller