New Doom

There Were Wires

Compositor: There Were Wires

I am rust and plastic parts. a human clock whose face reads goodbye. hoarding time in increments.
I'll sell it all right back to you.

Endless and friendless and i know i move too slow.
Lights go on lights go out and we're all so tired i know. i'm sick of breathing this air.
I know, i know, i know, fuck it away.
But my hands won'tw ork ad my eyes won't look.

A mistake and a pencil to erase one more name.
I'm not selling anyone.
I'm not selling anything.
In constant rain our parts rust all the same.
Quarantined.