death consume these heavy bones.

last two things i wrote were shit so i deleted and then combined/changed them.

spend many nights trying to decide the knives and tools to lobotomize,
the cancerous growth inside the skull, drain blood from throat to oxidize.
cut off the hands for use in your alchemy built on foundation of logical fallacy
use alkahest to cauterize the veins and mercury to slowly dissolve the brain.
try to find the wires all in disarray and cut them out to rearrange,
strip the corrosion away from disdain while the wheels and pistons disengage.
renew the switches inside the chest to respond to every button you press
and find a way to save progress towards the countless issues addressed.

spend many hours faulting the design; point out failures and parts misaligned,
replace the gears that crush and grind, remove the inaccuracies you've identified.
pour your acids into hollow cavities, craft gold through the pressurized apathy,
potions, concoctions and spells of arcane to transmute that which you'll never obtain.
spend too much time preoccupied with viruses and the firewalls that fortify,
rewriting code hoping to simplify but circuits short out, rust calcifies.
meanings detach, the colours all fade - everything turned to a scheduled grey.
lie in bed with the seeds that have sown and let death consume these heavy bones.