Chrome Soul

Am i one of them? Evolving body Parts To Pistols using emotions as ammo turning there Hearts To Missles It feels like an artificial path that i Took To Train everyone resembles eachother we all Look The Same Digging Holes deeper to Earn The Debt Finding myself Non-purposed to Burn The Rest Words print out my lost breaths bringing fourth Cold Notation I am still a dedicated human searching for my Soul's Location Pondering about the image that Eats At The Scenary For its the reason im placed as a Piece Of Machinery