Tentacles

Dig deep under my flesh

Where the electric and magnetic

Balance nothing but the static

That my heart ignites

For I am nothing but a robot

Of space, time, and retribution.

Count the clocks for they are ticking

and the memories are sticking

To the brains that are ejected

Yet we still all are connected

On the frequency of traction

And the sounds of deduction

So in the deep where it is dark

The tentacles will steal your spark.