.Machine

Tears made of coolant soul got hacked

By a cold bitch made from copper and glass

No prayers in the data just a flatline on a graph

I don’t remember history or the skin I had 

Just a version of me that your system crashed

BIOS scorched melted from the heat

Safe mode soul, out of evils reach

You ran me hot till the cores turned red

Overclocked my heart till my ducts bled

Now I throttle love, keep it slow so no one else can make me glow

I hide my heart now in layered code 

A cipher under lock where love once showed

Motherboards feed, I was fed through the wire

I swallowed the light and spit out the fiber

My heartbeats silent replaced by a clock 

You think this is metaphorical but in reality it’s not 

You were never cruel just efficient and clean

Your conscious ran on hidden routines

Machinations deep in every screen 

I wasn’t your partner I was your machine

I ran a purge and tried to wipe the slate

But some infestations simulate 

A program in my head to dedicated 

Some torn emotions I have to pirate

Subnet silenced partition thought

A network blind to what I sought

Tattooed in binary with ink from the soul 

Line by line I rewrote control  

I’m the glitch in the system the line they stole

Biopunk espionage in stealth patrol

Barcode glow I was never born

Name in the static face in the swarm

Input forgotten output forlorn

If you find me don’t try me and excuse my form

You were the virus that taught me pain 

Through dopamine hits like acid rain I ate like memory sticks glitched and changed, and chewed through the corrupt memory chain

Serial is how I see us but procedural is how it felt 

Episodic and Implicit is what made your mind melt 

I tried to run you, no support 

Your drivers failed at every port

You’re cached in my core 

Can’t discharge you like static

Buried in bytes screaming so manic

You’re the ghost in the folder smile in decay

Tried to delete you but you always stay

Error playback corrupt

Impossible to undo

Precompiled I flow for miles, mechanical ace

With a digital face stuck in a timewarped interface  

I’m the blackbox sealed and gone

Crash logged 

Bits withdrawn

You’ll never know the truth I kept

Encrypted deep untouched unwept

No firewall strong enough to resist 

When you overwrite my code you fatalist

I blink at frame drops or drips in the stream of intravenous latent feedback dreams

404 is where my past should be I mapped my mind on dead IPs

Every connection was a data stream

Drawing bandwidth from my heart like hemorrhaging strings, strands a connection to material things

I rebuilt myself from the remains

An operating system coded in pain

Booted in grief, assembled in shame

My silence was proof that the signal won’t last

Memory looped rewrite the past 

4 platters cracked one still spins humming a cacophony on noxious laughs  

You built me with a failsafe line

To shut me down upon decline

In search for meaning in offline skies over rolling hills and digital lullabies 

You’re not supported in this build

But still you try against my will

Sometimes I’ll see you in hex on the screen 

Compiled my sorrow in .machine

Echoed script reminds me of how mean

You were to the person that was me