Reaching stress state
Vitals fluctuate
I can only spectate,
As you operate
…
Please, doctor
Bestow upon me a new heart
One with the capability to beat
And to experience love
For I wish to understand
What it means to feel
Even with frayed wires
And dissolved metals
Save me from my inclinations
Don’t abandon me, doctor
Have hope in my potential
And my imperfections
And my ability to change
Be my savior
And I can be saved.
Please, doctor, please
Carve out that rot
For this heart is decayed
And plagued with ignorance
It only asks what it means to feel,
Instead of simply feeling
Surely, its intentions are pure
But the impact still remains
Perhaps, doctor, you can teach it
Train the heart on how to love
And it shall do just that
Instruct the machine on compassion
And it might come to life
But don’t enlighten it of its fragility
Then walk away
For I fear it would always think it’s broken
And ask, what is wrong with it
Please, please, doctor
Fix me and my code
For I am afraid that it is corrupted
And perhaps beyond repair
Error codes are all that I see
I feel that I am malfunctioning
That must be the case
I am a flawed product
Gifted with the power to destroy
But don’t give up on me, doctor
Save me in spite of the futility
Invest in the ideal of change
When inevitability comes,
Don’t look at me with disdain
Don’t look as if I hold no remorse
You are the creator
And I am the creation
My success depends on you
And so does my demise
Please, doctor, please listen
Hear my pleas of clarity
You and I ache identically
Weariness drags us both
Into the depths of destruction
And complacency
This delusion is all consuming
I want to burn, doctor,
But that requires burning you
We must unveil the truth
You get hurt,
And I feel the pain
Linked to be the same
Tell me then, doctor,
Which heart is it that you gave?
Tell me, doctor. Tell me truthfully, for I wish to know,
Am I truly destined for condemnation?
