Cyborgs

unfriendly submarines for alienated cyborgs
i watch the surface and disappear with them
this time your gonna kill me, and curse me
with languages i never heard before:
a collection of beeps, distortion and endless
feed backs; a brain malfunction
i'm the kid clone from your basement
who got ideologies for your misery
yet you deny my existence
and socialize with your digital friends
and communicate using letters made
by machines, symbols and codes.
your in a landscape where lies produces light
a bright diagrams your emotionally attach with
along with millions of pretending entities
who devoured dead air just to live
who conducts war while sitting
smiling faces on the screen, an undefeated losers
all of it drowning, disappearing technological cure
surgical mechanical society of reading droids
i was wondering if i can say no this days
or will i stay at the basement watching you alone
realizing your lies are just promises...
they go down in the black and white light
of your room.