I have lost my soul in a haze
Wherein my heart has become metallic,
But it refuses to be a slave;
In the palace of pulses and static.
My emotions are just but bare wires and cables
In which warm human feelings are replaced,
By truth bedecked in fables;
And intimacy, dead and decayed.
So with thoughts trapped in a maze,
My heart, frail and fearful,
Quails before an agonizing daze;
That leaves me lonely and tearful.
For know I not where to follow,
To escape from this place, threatening and diabolic;
That each time leaves me afraid and hollow,
With love that is sterile and symbolic.
Now only pain and anguish awaits,
Each time I touch the magical boxes;
Where all humanity in forms counterfeit,
In subdued horrors, speak to each other like trapped foxes.
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