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9:36 am

An inhuman time of day…

My soul still sleeps as my eyes hang half open,

It’ll surely mock me later when it wakes up,

But I’ll let him sleep,

For now I sink back…

Rock hard, cold machines

Sucking away any and all

Of my lighter emotions

Letting the heavier ones

Sink low

Into the deepest pit of my stomach,

Where later a firestorm will erupt,

And no matter how far down I reach

It’s still inches away from my finger tips…

Although my body’s numb

I can feel its heat,

But I am helpless to prevent the burns…

Woken from this trance,

Kidnapped off the highway of my thoughts,

The professor’s mechanical voice

Hits an imperfect tone,

As our eyes meet,

I catch a glimpse…

The endless emptiness in her eyes,

But in that moment I get distracted…

A foreign light

Has crept in from the silencing gray shades,

And a glimmer on the strings of this lifeless puppet

Reflects in my eyes…

Breaking away once again from the morning spell

I feel the hint of a smirk…

In that moment thousands of thoughts

Push against the many walls I have built in my heart,

But I can’t let them out…

Not yet…

If they saw the smirk,

Or any other human expression,

They’d know I was alive…

Not that the other 50 drones around me

Aren’t still breathing…

But none are conscious…

It’s been a while since I’ve even seen

Minor hints of any emotions

Upon any of my brothers and sisters faces...

The last one I remember,

Continuously plays within my thoughts,

Through a heavily dusted projector,

Emitting a sickly yellow beam,

That only feeds this sickening fire in my gut…

The image on the screen is one of a stranger,

A broken man whose dreams

Lay in rows of graves before him,

And just as the darkness

Chokes away the last true piece of the sky

A smirk flashes upon his face…

And almost as quickly as the unveiling

Of the puppet’s strings…

It disappears…

But the damage has been done,

And once again, I feel my heart beat,

And once again, I’m alive…

Deep into the pit of my stomach

I reach my hand into the fire…

The blue flames freeze the blood in my veins,

But it won’t stop me…

I have to find it…

I have to find my voice…