Poetry Talk

New post from Sepideh

Falling machine

I feel like a God, In a realm of love.
A madness, breaking out of the machinery epoch.
A virus, scattering in a binary program.
A Chaos, demolishing mechanical geometry.
Madness is my adjective.
Darkness is my Christ.
I walk in this programmed destiny and I hear the metallic sound of falling screws.
I watch this machine breaking down as I walk.
I feel like a God in a realm of love.

I am a breaker of patterns.
Duster of minds.
Madness is my adjective.
Darkness is my Christ.
My black footprints are bleeding and roses are so red,
this Blood, on my lips, is an indication of hell.
You called me a demon, in your imaginary light,
In the realm of love, I feel like a God.

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