they destroy and they conquer
divide and compose
until the very last fiber of your existence
mutates into
a copy of the copy.
there's no end to this comfort zone
between us
a thousand miles until the zenith
and until the milky way is faded
and gone,
meanwhile, i will still remain.
meanwhile, i will still say goodnight.
being desensitized has never felt so good.
i am not your human.
i am a machine.
i rotate, i mirror,
offset, trim, divide and compose.
these words i will sing to you
in my synthetic suicide.
because
i am deaf to their eyes.
and i will be blind to your touch.
