bartleby

eyes pierce to flesh. scanning every inch from top to bottom. running me through your mind. like a fleeting afterthought. measuring every step. with scientific scales. feed me to your furnace. the one hidden in the back of your mind. find comfort in this system. it has never failed you before. inadequecy tastes like broken glass. tears up all inside. my heart cries out for anesthetic. it cannot survive these brutal evaluations of 1,000 passing eyes. all identity vanished. set to sail by acceptance. can there be a way to give this shell existence. all words aside. can there be approval for this apparition. light enters bloodshot eyes. in the sea of disbelief and disillusioned character. i will never forget the voice that called to me. "designed by love. never meant to be obsolete. your name is my heart's pride."