Memoirs of an automaton

I was blinded by the sweet tender vail of the night
A delicate cherish of grace was running thru my wires
Peaceful, delightful, meaningless and insignificant
I felt as distant as the full moon below
As thin as a cloud, as naked as the stars tonight

The enchanted land reached a sudden end
My truce with life was over once again
All this noice, all this wrath blew my spell away
Working night and day was my fate
Computerese feelings for a better taste

Demential poems for untalented poets
Words of madness in disguise for the sake of beauty
Lines arranged and signified for colder hearts than mine
A sick devotion for an unwanted companion
All to mesmerise, all from a rusty mesh entwine.

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