In Denial

Of All Trains of Thought This is least incomprehensible to my own mind

I'm not sleeping tonight.

Am I?

I'm contemplating,

Destroying my painting,

I'm contemplating,

Destroying myself.

 

Why?

 

What is it that i don't enjoy?

In my time here,

I pass more then react,

Too much to contain,

I'm alive in the fact of science,

I desire death,

In sense that i am biologically doomed,

How can i praise,

When i am nothing,

but a medical robot.

Reviews

[RAWR!]

i liked this very much.

Destroying my painting,
and
but a medical robot.

where the two lines that made this poem special for me.