i want to sleep
i have given
too much
i have become rusty
my eyes sunken
and my back
is busted
this foreign language
optimized machine
selling words,
selling emotion
wants to spit
me out of it
to keep working
but i am so
sleepy, shut down
and so if the machine
is broken
and the soul, myself,
is weak
there is nothing
left to do
but to starve