robots, by its just enough to feel the scream inside.. Subscribe to rss feed for its just enough to feel the scream inside..

you have no control over yourself
you only do what others tell you to
who knows what they'll make you do next.

you walk like a robot, 
you talk like a robot, 
your just a stupid piece of metal.

you speak how you are programmed
you react how your programmed
you aren't your own person

you are pieces of others, 
you have one persons brain, 
one persons eyes, 
one persons hair, 
and another persons personality

who wants to be a robot?
you obviously
you dont want to be yourself
you want to be anyone other than you

if thats true
why did god make you?
god made people to be themselves, 
their own person, 
not to copy pieces of others.

robots do not know what life is, 
they know how to live...
but they dont know how to have alife.

they take things from other people, 
and try to make is their own, 
it doesnt work.

you think you know 
but you dont
you dont know what smell is, 
noise is, 
touch is, 
and you will never know what love is.

you will never know what the most important thing in the 
world is
and that is sad.
you mide as well just die here and now.

whats the point of living, 
if you dont have a life?

so when your metal starts to melt, 
and you start to come alive, 
call me...
i'll be waiting...
be it a day, 
a week, 
a month, 
a year, 
a decade....
how ever long it takes....
as long as it happens...before you die.

--kayan
Posted: 2005-05-23 20:47:15 UTC

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2005-05-23 21:38:07wishing_on_stars
I really like this. Truthful