After living my life in a Paranoia
Of nothing but pure metanoia-
Could I negotiate a curse for which I've already signed?
Can I be.. Redesigned?
Feels like every switch
Has been taped down.
The signals of other networks sound like static,
As I've warned before,
Don't come near, my rage response is automatic-
That whore spilt my blood on my soul's core.
What could you possibly see?
That convinces you
Some troubles, even a few,
Are worth knowing.. Me?
What could you ever hope to find?
Do you actually want to aid in my.. Redesign?
My circuitry
Can't possibly be
Something you'd want to explore.
My only survivors have said before,
I'm nothing more
Than just a whore
To ignore.
I fry my connections
Instantaneously with my heated static.
My signals gather in tiny collections,
And the transmissions from my motherboard are erratic.
I've been fined and confined.
Doesn't that cancel your determination sequence?
Not trying to make you feel undermined,
But please understand you're the only program in my lists of recents.
Forgive me if I don't believe,
I just can't see
How I can possibly be-
Redesigned.
Since the moment we spoke
You've tried to translate my code.
Stop attempting to connect to
A corrupted file of the woman I once knew.
I'm also trying to decide
Just how to coincide
With these odd thoughts of you.
Seems like every wall I try to erect,
You use ocular modifications to see right through-
While you patiently wait to reconnect.
I have to admit, I'm more than a little intrigued and impressed by you.
 Alucarda Incarnate · Mon Feb 17, 2014 @ 06:06am · 0 Comments |
