Fuel cell
I wish I didn't ooze out of bed each day
I want you to tap my screen
so I can come alive again
reverberate and light
us up into oblivion
kinetics required to put me together
I don't want to be your constant bad dream
I need a lobotomy or
perhaps you do
then we can put away the carving knives
and put up with each other
these gadgets
do nothing as much as give us something
to do
to buy
to want
I want your human hands
place mine into them
and birth a nebula
a cataclysm
happens when two fireballs
connect
if I didn't need you
I'd have burned you
but need is a powerful craving
that closes up wounds
need
fires this heart
to burn
I'm smoldering
on hold
I want to scream
but who'd hear me
stoke this fire baby
cold travels fast
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