Useless

I love when your hands hold me.
How your warm touch cradles my steel body.
You look at me as if I'm your most prized possession.
I listen to you, I write out what you want me to write.
We have fallen in love with each other.
Oh how I love riding in your backpack,
catching some rays, hearing you blabbing with your friends.

Then I became sick, I ignored the sickness
and kept listening to you, writing out what you want me to write.
Then I feel close to dying, you looked at me with concern.
I realized this is no end, as I've ran out of life.
You kissed me before tossing me into the garbage.

Left to rot, left to be greeted by other abandoned objects.
I'm still alive, I might be close to dying, but that doesn't mean
we should drift apart so fast.
I sob in the landfill, left to rot, left to be alone.


Another guy pick me up, muttering something about steel.
After he toss me into a suffocating bag
the bag moves around a lot for a long time.
Another man pick me up, and toss me into a conveyer belt
with lava on the other end, realizing my fate, I closed my eyes.
Darkness and heat engulfs me.

Author's Note

RANDOM poem I felt like writing, need some work on it but oh well!

Reviews

[Sleeping Maiden]

oh interesting..
It's so depressing! but i like it. it sounds more like a story for me.. but still, i like it. =)
But it sucks when people do that. People can be cruel. And i can relate with you with the darkness engulfing! I'm in that deep hole right now... -sigh-
Nice write though!