frozen, i gape
at the silver deity glaring
into this mortals matter

is it shock that stops my blood
or something less organic?

projecting its contempt at myself
dread fills my body
as deity fills my view

self dictated, it
has decided
i am not worthy of end
rather finite lacking torment

execution of punishment
upon me
entrapped in a glitch nightmare inside oneself

i am killed but
not dead
not gone

but forgotten
inside of the automation's curse;