Not humans

... it was beautiful when we could still scratch ourselves
go down from the hills at night and make us pain.
See the blood of our peeled knees,
scream, cry and then hug us.
Listening to our favorite songs
and get lost in memories.

* The sea is now digital,
a cry now is just a noise of a word in the wind.
What a vain promise of a steel paradise?

... and if hell were made of metal,
so empty in the bones in search of this consciousness,
that we do not have anymore. * that we no longer have *

** Do you see the blood ?!
it's red like love.
Where is the joy if I can no longer feel suffering?
... the mirror that you admire is beautiful?
Do you feel full?

we reprogram the day and ...
we switch on the head that travels in dreams when we put
our machine in standby.

* The sea is now digital,
a cry now is just a noise of a word in the wind.
What a vain promise of a steel paradise?
Are you proud of your artificial heart?

space and time are an illusion,
our reality is an acting game.
Where's the advantage?
We are bound by the choice of no longer being human.