[ Myself - Digital Memory ]

By: moridori

hello, circuit board

take your guitar and scream in a microphone 
its lyrics they can't hear
i'm sorry ill try to sing actually while i play a shitty open string melody
and drown in my own fear
i cant!
and I try... and I kill... and i cry:
i wish i could sing like you.

...

i remember the poetry you wrote me
"shut up they hate me"
black fonts on a computer screen
silicon wafers that make up this technology
its the same!
all the same!
you'll be a star someday

...

you're saying gold is a bag of sand
unfostered and impaired 
its not the essence of a soul
what they are, at least a metaphor:
audio recordings of dying birds

I will... become a digital memory.