Death Machine

Feeling safe in our little - Wait, what did you call it? Lovely components like painted grapes, Mint green vines falling. ared velvet drapes, statues of angels; Calling, like sirens, they're calling me. I'm not saying I want to leave; But I can't help but feel you're… Leading me into a Death Machine A place to disappear completely Compute my body, repeat Process my spirit and Delete the rest of me