11 November 2012
I can't think alone, without some device, the love from something human, would be so nice.
Would you know me in a crowd, could you recognize my face, or does my avatar more suit your particular taste?
You don't understand, I'm more then a random text, toss me aside, who will be your favorite next?
We created the machines, it was us who gave them life, my humanity cut to the core, from this computerized knife.
I haven't slept for days, the screen a dull glow, many hours wasted, with nothing to show.
Can a girl really love me, can she accept who I am, a misguided love, through a pixelated hand.
iSlave • Opuss № I