I am the machine

I am the machine

A Poem by DwellerComplex

I feel a machine hooking up to me
A cold sensation cuts my family tree

Trying my best not to make a sound
Shaking from the though of a permanent wound

Cables hanging free, they caress my skin
The fear of company is dampening

Instead fueling more my deep inside
Cold metalparts and hot muscles collide

Crawling up to me and making their move
Widen my senses the special way they approve

In extasy falling through the clouds
Hearing from outside the unreal crowds

It's all happening
Way too fast
Vision darkening
Sucking up my thoughts

I'm falling apart
Out of breath
Free my heart
On the brink of death

I feel a machine hooking up to me
A warm sensation cuts my family tree

The machine is part of me
I am the machine

© 2017 DwellerComplex

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Added on August 16, 2017
Last Updated on August 16, 2017