unfinished

yeah, what the title suggests, the poems unfinished but i loved what i was doing with it. so i posted what i had so far. if i add stuff....only time will tell.

i'm stuck inside this corporal contract, tied in by ink.

the binds themselves are so tight my blood doesn't leak.

these words of promise and deception show me disdain.

foolishly in between the lines, a retail slave.

this shop floor clone force by design.

mindless human prototypes. 

lights and clockwork, organs fused

out-date models are refused.

Author's Note

alot of this was inspired by the band fear factory, check them out!

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

This could go somewhere. Keep at it

[nigrum homonculus]

you think? idk bro.