robot sympathy

a low buzzing lights the air,
a humming sound fills the space,
this feeling has nothing to wear,
when your circuits duplicate...

a syntetic looking glare,
when it tries the way it does,
to differentiate between love,
and between hate,
and why, does it matter?

cause it's hard to say what is real,
when your skin is made of steel,
and your circuits duplicate...

i must've been slipping,
in and out of reality......