Wires running everywhere, connections off and on Everything you thought was real, is now gone Metal molded together, to keep everything safe and sound Electricity running through me, it's all around
Mechanical movements, not feeling tired at all Nothing hurts, and nothing breaks when I fall Micro-chips and pliers, littered across the floor There's never a time when you can't be improved more
Programmed to work, programmed to keep everything going I never need the rest, because I'll never be slowing Emotions are surreal to me, I'll never feel them again My improvements had made me put them to the end
I can't love you like I did, I can't cry You can't feel me anymore, and you know that I can't die I'm just a proto-type, made to never feel I'm just another working machine, that will never be real
-Heather AKA Gothic Angel
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