Short-Circuit (#2)

Short-Circuit

*My aunt asked me to 'rhyme' it a bit, and this is the result

In a sulfur sprouted world,
the artificial humanoid gets up at breakfast.
To a song created of a word
its eyes glaze over
attempting to follow the end of craft.

Along the broken circuitry,
unfinished words plug inside the qualia,
Essential data destroyed with something free,
no relation to history
The mechanical sky pretends to give a story

The leaves of magnetic scrips,
travel behind in blackened silver strips
With the song,
non-stopping in process,

 Time has begun to recess,
flowing pen behind the hydrogen.

La la la la la la la~

Obsolete memory,
removed with yesterdays refuse
startled revolutionary.

Metaphysical emotion,
exists?

Is what the artificial humanoid sought?
Is what I thought.

Word Dance

Word Dance
by me(whatever)
to Moonlight Restaurant

I've used so many words,
each born and spun from my body
twirling as they curl their illusions,
Their steps light like cotton candy.

In these worn-out leather shoes,
ignoring the moon across the sky
I close my eyes and hold hands.

With the figments behind and before me,
a disallowed awakening.

Blue as the splattered night,
My fingertips slowly turn cold.

Short-circuit

Short-circuit
by me(whatever)
to this song: Thoughtful Zombie(miku-tan)

In a sulfur sprouted world,
the artificial humanoid gets up at breakfast.
To a song created of electricity,
it's eyes glaze over
attempting to follow to conclusion.

Along the broken circuitry,
unfinished words plug inside the qualia,
Essential data destroyed with the mind,
no relation to history
The mechanical sky pretends to change

The leaves of magnetic scrips,
travel behind blackened silver feet.
With the song,
non-stopping in procession,
Time has begun to recess,
carried behind the floating hydrogen.

La la la la la la la~

Obsolete memory,
removed with yesterdays refuse
starts with repudiation.

Metaphysical emotion,
exists?

Is what the artificial humanoid processed?
Is what I thought.