Beneath the veneer of void lies the warring emotions that make my heart so painful that I want to take out my heart. A man without a heart is a robot, the most efficient being in the world. I yearn for efficiency, i want to be a robot. But it just does not happen.


ruthless efficiency,
ruthless efficiency,
from now on i shall be a little icy.
perpetually make myself numb,
to make that heartlessness come.
maybe i shall not tell,
for i wish not experience hell.
maybe i shall not hope,
for my meagre self cannot cope.
wake up, work, eat and sleep,
my life shall be simple as sheep.