I'm choking for life,
in a white, plaster box;
poem won't save me.
Inhuman transformation;
man and machine to monster.
Ugly, broken, worn-out hybrid,
new technology won't save me.
Must,
find,
soul.
I'm choking for life,
in a white, plaster box;
poem won't save me.
Inhuman transformation;
man and machine to monster.
Ugly, broken, worn-out hybrid,
new technology won't save me.
Must,
find,
soul.