mere commodity;

nothing more than a mere commodity
because they have no souls
humanity seemed justified in their coarse actions

inhumane ideals to create life from what has died
an identical replica to the prototype
excluding the basics of being human
if only to make them controllable

while they look and speak like any other
it's reminiscent of fifteenth century slave trade
merely tools for the taking
to support the lavish lifestyles of the rich

mold them like clay in the flesh
set out tasks that which they live to die
and when their use is all said and done
it is perfectly acceptable to terminate
like discarded broken machinery.

once upon a time;

once upon a time
she thought she fell in love
it was just a fatal attraction
desires built upon lust

there was no truth behind the emotions
nothing sacred worth noting
her mind toyed with her heart
becoming her downfall in the end

shamed with guilt
led on like a puppet on strings
in the end was it her fault
all the heartache she seemed to bring

bruised ego and aching soul
perhaps time will heal the wounds
forgive and forget the best she could
to move on as she knew she would.