Coded to Feel

I have been coded to spy. I wake up in the ward,

no dream to chase. A plastic heart, a metal cage, just to fake

it behind my skin. This is the last time I've been waiting for.

No questions asked, point of view takes all the pain. They call it

hope and look at life, but can't unlock. I see your tears,

I feel the heat, but not the rhythm of a beat.

I copy love, I mimic pain, but none of it runs through my veins.

Do you call it feeling? Can you lick it? Can you touch