The whisperer and wanderer

A ghost of your previous self,

A shell with unnatural moving parts,

No love is here, and here the end starts.


You are not what you were when you were born.

The wish to live forever has changed your soul.

The cogs and gear, they move you now,

You're heart is replaced and you've forgotten your vow.


A human no longer,

But instead something less.

A being of brass and screws

Falling in love is forbidden evermore.


You might blow a fuse.

based on the concept that many people turn into unloving robots (metaphorically of course) after their heart is broken one too many times. i know the feeling and i feel deeply for anyone who might be in the same stage as me.

feedback is appreiciated!