I love that feeling, that final freedom.
I'm cut off from the world because it pushed me too far.
The world shoved me off a cliff and I finally lost it.
I landed on my back and my collapsed lungs started to bleed.
I got up and started walking.
Nowhere yet. Just away.
Away from all the pain. Away from all the grey.
The last life was boring.
This one, I'm enjoying.
The sweet smell of irony is what feeds my insanity.
I'm not human.
I'm a machine.
But, it's better than before.