future
The computer in my brain keeps me from feeling.
The microchip in my heart keeps me from loving.
It's a wonderful feeling, being ground into gold.
I am worth more than what I was born to be.
They are in charge, and I am proud to be,
another lifeless soul that they control.
If I malfunction then my days are truly over.
Please restore me if you can ever spare the time.
The modem deep within lets me function.
The database from where they work,
it makes me ill.
My hard drive cannot last forever
and I wonder when it comes...
will my glory only last until I explode?
posted by Mell @ 9:10 AM
2 Comments:
mell,
i miss your words. when will they return? also, did you just have a birthday (i noticed on your profile). if so, welcome to "adulthood" (whatever the hell that means), although you have been an adult writer for years... your passages still slay me.
this is my new Google account.
cheers! sean (duckbill)
Hey, Where have you been!
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