Hopeless Cyborg by Bollutech

To be love is to be loved
Where the love seek
For the love to see
That the eye is sick.

My heart search for the rare damsel,
For me to see the real,only seeing the morsel,
With the eyes half closed,  through a crevice,
And gimme the Crevasse.

Crying out from my marrow
My voice coming out like an arrow,
The breaking thought is chasm,
Not given succinct maxim.


No one want to succor
They all want me to succumb,
But I vigour,
Always stay like my figure,.

I will never retract,
I know she will appear
Like the rainbow on the sky
Even if the crepe hath that crape.

To be superhuman is a life
It got to the tent to be mend,
When you know the life to live
Jess, buzz with not puzzle.

I still stand on my feet
Going nowhere on this pitch,
When I know I gat my retinol,
No restrict of retool.

©Bollutech Pen✍
Title: Hopeless Cyborg