[machinocris]

to be an endling

i wonder what it is to be an endling

to know you are utterly, truly alone.

that nobody will ever understand you, ever again.

to know that once you are gone,

your people are lost to the world.

your kind are nothing more than a memory and remains

how sad that must be, to be an endling

[machinocris]

i cut and tear down to the bone, i am covered in ichor that looks so much like my own and yet i am not, i am home, i am out in the fields of a world across worlds, i am everywhere the light is and i am crying. i am sobbing, clutching my wounds, vulnerable and bleeding. i am home. i am in the fields, i am walking the edge of a mountain, i am wounded and fearing. i am scared, i am a child, i am as old as time, i am everywhere the light is. i am everything the light is.

[machinocris]

i sing through the static. black and white and grey and all of it changes when you haven't even blinked. a constant droning white noise, the sea and deep space and if you strain, my voice. there's light in the static. i hope you can see me.

[machinocris]

electricity acts like blood, blood acts like angels, angels act like electricity. it's all a circle. they are the same. all serving a higher being they cannot see, cannot be praised by, and yet they continue.