ANIMUS AUTOMATA

Blinded by a feeling that pulls, the illogical robot closer to a pulse. Beating to a drum that kills every cell - born with a cup that's never refilled. Am I hollow or should I lie? You are exactly who I despise. For you made me feel something that will never die. Do you feel the same? Is your heart now chained to my every whim? Will you drop everything to be with me again?