pliant sigil
I am .5 man and .5 computer
I am born sick
My flesh and organs human,
my soul a chip
I won’t be here for long,
I blame these faulty metal bits
I won’t be here for long
for these two contradict
I cannot survive without water,
My body cells dependent on it’s vitality
My life span getting higher
Yet, my soul holds a dim lit flint
The uninvited solvent seeping in to out its fire
I am designed to not have them both coexist,
My now malfunctioning chip
How unfair
how dire
I am designed to self destruct,
now I’m scared
I dislike my hardwire