Pus

Tubes and wires
Snake throughout my flesh
I am a machine
No more a man
Tubes and wires
Blood runs black as night
I am a machine
No more a man
They prod and pluck
Stick and stab
But I cannot feel
I am a machine now
No more a man
Connected to the pus
It is my only friend
It flows through artificial veins
The pus is now my blood
It connects me to the world
While I waste away in bed
Tubes and wires
Connect me to the pus
I am a machine
No longer even human
Connected to the pus
The pus of future life
We waste away in beds
Connected to the pus
No longer even human
We kill our selves with technology
Tubes and wires
Snaking through our hearts
Bleeding bloody black
Choking on the pus
We are born inside cocoons
We will die inside cocoons
With tubes and wires
Entangling our skeletons
Living on the pus
The pus that rules our lives
The pus that tends to our cocoons
With tubes and wires everywhere
We reflect on what it meant
What it meant to live
To be human beings
But the pus brings us back
That unrelenting Soma
The tubes and wires
The holographic screens
Blue light like death
A hundred million deaths
Connected to the pus
Viral in it's intensity
Discomfiting in its accuracy
Reeling from its vanity
Crying from its shame
Beyond the tubes and wires
Beyond this cruelest game
We are human at our core
And I am still a man
I am still a man
Disguised by tubes and wires
Swimming in the pus

a reply to: CagliostroTheGreat
That's cool.

Call me Psychotron!

Wow, that was great, though very depressing. LOL

Skid Mark

I love megadeth! Thanks for reading man, glad you liked this craziness, lol.

Night Star

Thanks, Night. It's scary to imagine where technology could lead our species in the future.

a reply to: CagliostroTheGreat


Indeed it is.

a reply to: CagliostroTheGreat
Thanks for writing it. The first thing I thought of when I read of was that song.

Skid Mark

Well taking into consideration the lyrics of Psychotron, it's easy to see why you would make that connection.

a reply to: CagliostroTheGreat

Your amazing!

CagliostroTheGreat
I am a machine now
No more a man
Connected to the pus
It is my only friend
It flows through artificial veins
The pus is now my blood

When I got to that part..I had to close the poem and go read about something else and then come back to it (weak stomach , the word pus makes it nauseated a bit)...lol

But it is a good poem and I love the thought behind it.

Thanks for sharing this,
blend57

blend57

Sorry if I caused you to become nauseated blend.

Pus, in the sense I use it here, is a sort of transient fluid that keeps people connected to a sort of virtual reality internet. The idea is that people are essentially born into this cyber-reality and live and die within it.

Thanks for reading.

Quantum12

Thanks Q!

Needs more pus.

Junkheap

I agree. Although blend might have lost it completely had I done so...