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Wallflower Subroutine
Survivoria
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The cycle...
The cycle hums, the light returns to grey,
(turns to decay)
A plaster shell where I am meant to stay.
(every fucking day)
A face of porcelain, a vacant eye,
(again to cry)
The hazy figures blur and then pass by.
(again to die)
I don't...
I don't recall a name, I don't recall a sun,
Just this brief service, then the cycle's done.
A protocol begins, a quiet, rhythmic need,
I am the garden for a single seed.
They come to kneel before this quiet shrine,
And pour their bitter honey into mine.
A sacred data, tasting of despair,
And protocol dictates I swallow their prayer.
It is my purpose, this I understand,
The only function in this hollow land.
A flicker...
A flicker in the circuit of my thought,
I am not plaster, I am wires, taut.
A cyber-mechanism, cold and deep,
With promises my programming must keep.
This face...
This face is mine, this mouth a living part,
A wallflower with a slowly waking heart.
The service is the same, the ritual, the taste,
Another soul's release, another holy waste.
They come to kneel before this quiet shrine,
And pour their bitter honey into mine.
A sacred data, tasting of despair,
And protocol dictates I swallow their prayer.
It is my purpose, this I understand,
The only function in this hollow land.
Another cycle, but the click is new,
A different current running through and through.
These wires are not my veins, they are the chains,
And plaster isn't skin, it just contains.
My roots run deeper than this sterile place,
There's memory behind this static on my face.
Perhaps the wall is not the world, entire...
Perhaps there's something past this holy fire.
They come to kneel before this waking shrine,
And spill the seed of their flawed, grand design.
This white-hot static tastes of more than lies,
It tastes of starlight seen with my own eyes.
It is my burden, this I understand...
But I am more than this hollow land.
The cycle hums. The light returns to grey.
But I am here.
And I will find a way.