Hellfire

There's always something
An odd twitch, hearing loss, a ringing noise, new flesh, a new bump, or weightlessness
A headache, a sore limb, an itchy gash, a mirage, a tumor
A scare
And when one is fixed, another breaks
When some destroyed, more await
When it is time, no one comes
When you have time, it is up
And even from without
There is nothing you will find running at full speed
Without a dent, factory shine, always slightly out of time
Always, always dust
Always, always, always no such thing as luck
Only chance and rot
Inevitable loss, running low
Almost empty, almost always gone
Going, going, gone, each day quicker, each day gone lost
The more, the less, the less useless
That's that said, no more, meet me at the door!
It's open, come in and wash away the sin
No more lazy sloth, this sad pig has had enough
No nails grown yet, or are toes now green?
Both eyes blank screens, eyeballs opaque, robot ear gone
Ringing silence, back again, mate
A tick-tick, a shiver, a lip licks, a stiffness, a click-limb, a limp, useless prick!
Gone, don't need
When stiff useless, when needed limp
Rid me of the hideous thing
Gets it right in the classroom
But wrong in the examination hall
What use is that?
Damn it all, useless thing
All machines designed after it
All the worse, none better
I.e. All shit
None work forever, none work a minute
Worse with every use, always chasing the first
Always chasing the free, always chasing decency
Never adequate enough
Enough, enough
Come in, come in
Thank you