Upon DisconnectPull the wires from my hands, sinister in your doing, do you notice how much you're hurting me, do you even know why, a vindictive butterfly of cables and coppers can bleed, from parallel to serial to wounds stored in memory, you're not seeing this and it's killing me, a machine with one too many levers or knobs or buttons, it will break, and you haven't figured out why, why should I tell you, I'm sure I'm in the wrong should you unplug me, I won't turn back on |
