what has my life become
a matter, a mole, an atom as a whole
moving along the dunes of sand
here i lie without a pad
depicting the inner most obnoxious mode
i am here without a code
life is what you make of it i have been told
then y am i soo hated among my own
as i say my final goodbye again
to the world of life, a homosapienic gore
who am i in this depicting life
dying slowly in this might
as i go out of sight
with all my might
nothing but a puppet
to some elses desires
beseiged by the radio waves
i am the bluetooth virgin….