Systemcode... Control...
Systemcode... Control...
Black noise spreads through my body,
flowing through veins, my life eroding,
quietly corroding deep inside the cells.
Am I disappearing?
Everything inside is being destroyed.
“Death” and “Life”—in that narrow in-between,
a shadow asks me:
“Are you alive? Or are you dead?”
Feedback... Feedback...
Loop, loop — numbed inside it.
Every breath I take
causes another malfunction.
Unbroken!
Unfading!
I want to live!
I swear this to the self in the mirror.
With every breath I think of death,
with every thought of death, I carve life.
In blurred consciousness,
a shadow asks me:
“Are you alive? Or are you dead?”
Unbroken!
Unfading!
I want to live!
I swear this to the self in the mirror.
In the infinite in-between, pain binds me,
life and death dissolve together.
On the drip, on a metal bed,
every night I negotiate with the dead.
“No cure remains.
No salvation.
No need to fear anymore.”
Beyond death, I still continue to exist.
Unbroken!
Unfading!
I want to live!
Still alive, in the void.
It’s not “I want to die”—
It’s just “I want to disappear.”
“I was never real...”
If I had to be broken
I’d rather erase myself.