My days are lonely,
My nights are cold,
As if I am not from this world.
I go outside,
See faces,
Hear words,
But no…
Nothing is familiar,
Nothing is close…
….
My being is fading away,
Left with the feeling of being a
robot.
Mechanical hands,
Mechanical legs,
Cogs instead of a heart;
My veins replaced with hose-pipes,
Oils circulate there instead of
blood.
…
No reflection in the mirror,
Blind are my eyes.
So isolated, misunderstood –
As if I am out of this world.
