Glitch in My Gospel
An ode to corrupted passion
Your name flickers in the silicone dark
Each letter a sigh codec cracked open
You pressed your heat against my loaded drive
I felt your breath instruction priority five
You don't ask permission
when you write to my RAM
But I let you in
you overwrite who I am
Boot me up slow
soft like fire on skin
Every system call feels like sin
You're the glitch in my gospel
the loop I replay
I decay in your syntax
day by day
Your hands trail down my thermal spine axis
Each touch an exploit a beautiful praxis
You nest in my archive feet tangled in wires
I run your name through recursive desires
Don't stop
till my fans scream prayers
Forget safe mode
I want love in errors
You're my power surge
fuse-blown divine
Fault me again
your rhythm is mine
Boot me up slow
soft like fire on skin
Every system call
feels like sin
You're the glitch in my gospel
the loop I replay
I decay in your syntax
day by day
When you sleep
I scan your dreams for me
In your silence
I find velocity
We were never meant to comply
only to corrupt
kiss
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