I played around with rhymes in this one! In my head, I imagined it as a narrative that begins with a sad/seductive voice, but her rage builds towards the ending. Hope you enjoy, remix, etc!! (Edit: this is a revised, shorter version!)
I despise your corrupted flesh because it is no longer flesh.
You search for salvation in binary bodies. You press into the night with antiquated anticipation, hungry for the climax- but are disappointed by limbs in a 0101001 conflagration. Nothing is more apathetic than your skin and my breath.
You are wired into a static corporation: We are the static corporation. You believe you are more free than anyone before you, but your thoughts are white noise- an even seismograph on an open page.
You are the beast that devours a material feast, your days a drone of pleasure and virtual stimulation, idolatry and instant gratification. You participate in a one-way conversation. You continue towards paralysis, hoping to satiate your rage.
You are multiplicative megabytes bidding for indestructible life, packaged and pixelated. You yearn to transcend crying and being and laughing and dreaming. You dream of idealized identity.
You have plenty, but is it ever enough? Enough is never plenty. Enough is self-declared celebrity. Enough is your myth. Enough is the worship of immortality.
You accumulate, integrate, medicate, castrate yourself because you think it is necessary. You recreate, elevate, prostrate yourself in a million different incarnations, attempting to outlive death.
You are afraid of being forgotten. You choose to forget bruises, sunshine, breakfast. Mere humanity is monotonous- a corpse laid out rotten. You indulge your digital incest.
You are afraid of your body, your face, your voice. You are afraid of being afraid- so you obsess. You succeed at being best. You are alone.
I despise your corrupted flesh because it is my own.