Existential Dread, Six Hours' Time
Existential Dread, Six Hours' Time
Nexus-6 Replicants aligned
existential dread, six hours' time
preconscious insect, red glowing eyes.
I gladly would've let you fall,
wouldn't drag my conscience down at all,
halfway integrated circuits
paltry as we are,
are we never gonna be the same?
From what the rest of us could tell
dad tried his best but finally fell
apart at just my age.
Writer/s: mewithoutYou