Operation

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?