|Green screens burned in
||[Nov. 2nd, 2015|10:11 pm]
The words, the charachters, the codes where have you gone.|
Now I have aching muscles and aching days.
The city revitalizes, and I grind out.
Explosive tnt how now we tat the charachters the aching muscles and minds.
Still text burn in mind as an old black and green letters sitting there still wanting.
Still these words these tests.
We test these words these codes our wetware put to the test.
Becoming bionic without knowing it.
Cyborg slowly as each piece of us becomes replaced, and we too replaced.