Synthetics

Artificially Loving Life

My dead eyes see the truth

Even though all light is blind

The pale darkness can soothe

Searching for a sun to shine

Neurons in the cerebral tunnel swim

Through your spine and out your head

The light inside is gradually growing dim

I think we might be the sleeping dead

Plastic synthetics serve as a substitute

For the lips that which you kissed

And the melodies produced by your flute

Will be artificially, eternally missed

Your tongue is now a dead fish

Scales that no longer reflect or glow

The water in your mouth swish and swish

The swallowed teeth drown in your blood flow

We both wake simultaneously

And see each other artificially

Through robotic eyes that record

And a computerized soul we can't afford

Screws in our heads

Bolts in our rear

I'd rather be dead

If I cannot fear

But yet we are alive

And will mechanically thrive

As long as the battery in our heart

Is turned off and will never start

Author's Note

I don't really know where I was going with this.

Reviews

[Naraly Godinez]

I think you meant: As long (as) the battery in our heart, in the second to last line

I think that the reason you said you didn't know where you going with it is because sometimes in life 9and well this sounds like a dark love poem to me) we don't know where we are going with love and we seem to love people mechanically. Either for the purpose of having someone to do it with and by 'it' I mean both sex and love. Sometimes I feel like society PEOPLE feel like they need someone to have this ting called love. and we tend to fling ourselves at it because one person reciprocates. And in the end we will stay happy as long I we realize not one will ever love the other fully hence the off switch to our hearts.

[ZackOfBridge]

You sure did get somewhere though