You seem
Naive
You're weak
Changeable
Nothing
You wouldn't do
At my call
Weak move
Made weak
At my expense
I'll create
This machine
Created for me
For my ease
Like my machine
For my profit
Easily
Like my machine
You'll stay
Wide eyes
Stagnant
Or directional
If I ask
I can move
As I
Feel
You'll move
If it
Coincides
If I say still
You'll stay
Up alone
Stupid machine
Profiting me
Go sit and whine
Go whine
It's not up to you
And if I could
Destroy these patterns
I would
But my
Red ribbon
Still bound
Loosely to yours
I'm tamed
Tear all these ribbons
From my
Chest
