My iron tongue
Weighs
My brain
Down, down, down.
My brain
Is at war
With my body
My body
Is at war
With my heart
My heart
Is at war
With itself
And has a death wish.
Warring body parts
Rusty wiring of habit
Reaching backwards
For a modern approach
A cybernetic connection
To consciousness.
We were
Promised
A plateau
But got
A dressed up
Mountain
Of solitude.
***I support dangerous art, fearless hearts, & the monster inside***
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