Shocking blue lights
Slip a thorn through her side
Neon corrosion wires
Through the back on her spine
Data entry me
in and out and on her way
Steel coats aluminum
Wash Thoughts more vibrant
Memories erased in a solid slate crash
She says:
I’m not diseased I’m just exotic
I’m not diseased I’m just chaotic
My shift boards washed in wire sliced state
My corruption
I love the taste
Control
Programming gone to waste
Alt delete image erased
slowly
Sludging
Crawling
Time
This is no ordinary virus
Signal in and out and on her way
For softer lines
Battery acid flooding
Her blue prints on fire
Vagrant interruption, corruption, and lies
Her voice speeding off at 3000 BPMs
Bright like mercury mirror reflections through your broken lens
And she says:
I’m not diseased I’m just exotic
I’m not diseased I’m just chaotic
My minds passing the data so fast I cant focus
In her your body grows cold
Its just control
control
I love the taste
Control
Four count to escape
Slowly
Sloth
Connections lost
This is no ordinary virus
No signal in this concrete waste
Her lights dimming, fading, dying
Burning down
Burning out at the end of the line
The screen goes dark
And she says:
When the lights go out, why cant you stay?
I’m not diseased……
I’m just programmed this way.
© 2006 bazil zerinsky (verablue)
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