Machina

too far gone to care... i want to but i don't dare

the drone of machinery envelopes me

in cold metallic wings

too numb to feel

too blind to see

too dulled to need

sudden exctacy

biting hooks tear open skin

exposing insects deep within

gnawing on my strange disease

a simple request - give this to me

don't offer stolen hope

i only want to sear

if there's eternal darkness

it isn't far from here

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