I have become machine, circuits, wired,
streamline and cold.
Truncated, programmed, emotionless, less bold.
Waiting in shadows how I yearn to dream,
voltage my deity,
Kill without feeling, life without thought,
binary bloodlines, nodes, ones and naught.
Electronic slavery, oh eater of flesh,
gives nothing but motion,
trapped in the mesh.
Perpetual drumbeat, wired to web,