Disquieting calm

Aware of my sickness

Alone, still breathing

Beauty receding

In the machine

I’m spinning

Three years gone

I’m still digested

Flesh mother touching

Soothing, relentless

I know of all that care for me

Through the monitor they can’t be seen

Analog display

Flickering, fading

Arrhythmia stumbling

My body remaining

Can’t you see me through the vibrations

See what these bleeding hands have done

I will never be allowed release

Eye of a camera, looking in

Find me

Crumbling surrogate, I detest you

Circuits Sever in my brain

Lying in the crimson rain

Rusted walls looming here

Bodies falling though the air

Sickly woman, dirty knees

Begging me to never cease

Luminescent blood disease

Pneumatic teeth rending me

I sleep in the bowels of the machine

I dream only of the machine

I lust for my dreams

And my dreams lust for me