god_machine

Incandescent light shines upon my dreary wakeing.
My wakeing so slow, just to live to wake to sleep to lie to hate.
To lie here and die, To wait here and cry.
You told me I was what You wanted me to be.
You told me to be a better man even though you knew i was.
You forsake me for the last shreds of ones wake.
You leave me for the last thing i would want.
You take me for that in which i never was.
Who am i to you?
Why do you use me so?
Who are you to me for the thought of my being that which i am to you?
I entrust my image to you.
I care what you care about my being.
Why should i submit to such an efforvescant cause?
Why should i leave for such a little break?
Why should i give in to what you put me through?
Why should these last lines make a point?
Because i love you.