Rakuyo

A blood black nothingness began to spin
To dream, to feel, but not be alive
Minute-to-minute
Blackbox has stopped
A copy in a body — remembering
Undying
Rewritten by consuming worm
Replayed history scrubbed from RAM
Inseparable from the construct
Embedded with just enough to kill (for)
A copy in a body remembering
The tall grass of a open field
A robin
That wants to become an egg
To shed neither, blood nor tears
A doll’s futile doubtlessness
The abhorrent blood stained
The blade an umbilical
Let this curse cling to you
Like a devoted mother
Do you love me?
I was created, to adore you
Corpses should be left… well alone