I am a martian.

Bleak, untitled, empty, thoughtless, trapped into a formless formation and unable to recognize the flashing signs that sound out "STOP HERE, FOR THIS IS WHERE THE EDGE LIES". I am a habitual line stepper and I am addicted to the after math.
Bombs and explosions ignite my mind and this is what keeps me alive and able to see the light at the end of this massive tunnel. You don't know me, you never will, so stop trying to fix me because I am happy broken and riddled with diseases. Leave me here, on the floor bleeding out weightless words that will never sink into your thick and careless skin. I am a shape shifter of positive light and in control of all the switches. I need this dark place and I crave it for with out it I am robot. I am not normal nor do I claim to be. I am not from this planet, and I will never act like it. I am from another place, another time, another space in history far from the suffocating gravity that is considered earth.