Where

These feeling I know are merely chemicals
Their test-tube bubbles, burst in the fore-front of my mind
Always sparking the worn-out receptors designed specifically to relay their message, regardless of whether they are wanted or not

I am spent

The complex wiring of my brain, once so young and pulsing
Now still young, but no longer pulsing
The neural copper corroded and mental insulation rotted
Leaving the vulnerable messages from my frontal lobe exposed, unsafe from prying eyes

I cannot feel

I do not think

I simply react and follow the blaring orders from whoever takes control of the mechanical thing that I have degraded into

My head is filled with twisted memories and scraps of emotions that need to be jigsaw-puzzle pieces back together as carefully as you would a shredded newspaper found in the gutter

I am nothing

Not human

Not animal

Not anything

I am a machine

I am a thing for work

My default state of mind is that of sucking oblivion, a crushing darkness that black-hole sucks the emotions away

That which did this to me

I do not care

It is done and now I am left to pick up the shattered pieces
No one to help me

Never

Any

Help

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