Setenced To Eternity
Stripped of all ego and
Plugged into a matrix.
Serotonin levels lost to nano machines,
Whats there, Whats left?
The Remanence of its maker.
Time crawls by as a paranoid android,
loses more and more of itself, to its self.
Whats there, whats left?
Out the only window,
The cosmos collide and mend, right before him.
Inside its confinement, an eon of rust,
Becomes a world all of its own.
How much longer?
Every day feels like a year.
Every year feels like a life time.
The concept of time.
The only way out is death;
A death that will probably never come.
How much longer now?
Whats there, whats is left?