What if my existence's simply a snare,
Where there is no escape out if I try?
I wish the salvation could have been somewhere...
Instead with bleak thoughts every moment I ply.
Matrix's my life, and my body's a vision.
I feel so alike with an AI fantasia:
We both do sing well, but she's eradicative;
And she's still alive - but I'm stuck here waiting.
Love is so inane, but desirable either,
It was the one important thing I considered!
I let it all go as I did to myself;
A dolorous ghost has left its rusty shell...
Just M
© Copyright: Дарья Тиунова, 2018
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