Left behind are glasses full of wine,
I turned towards the other kind,
No more love is left to spread,
The core of my life is turning blood red,
The emotions that show what I am to be,
Are no longer present, just a tale in history,
I choose to leave the clan of life,
And no longer do I desire a wife,
Only I seek knowledge of ages,
Trap my mind in limitless cages,
I sense no pain, nor fear at all,
The man inside me is forever recalled,
I leave behind every ounce of human rhymes,
For I choose to blend with the mechanical kind.
M2M.
