Blame the Censors (Cage the Centaurs)
 

Raw mechanics built atop the body of my avatar
at the crack of dawn, my spirits wilt on the tragic star.
the cock calls to it as if it were a lover lying in wait
Im dying today...no point in one denying his fate.
a cold wind followed the ray of light like a lost pup.
searching for the same warmth Id need to start up.
my battery supply teetered between survival or a slow death
I express my excitement underneath a smile & my cold breath.
my fingers still numb from a night in a forgotten cavern
jewels & riches that mean nothing on this rotten planet...
food & the materials to fight are all the supplies needed.
as the morning rapidly approaches I recognize my weakness
a severed valve, a short fuse & other equipment hard to explain
a whirring sound closes in this must be on martian terrain...
I waited for the system reboot to finish as I ducked outta sight
the rustling behind me sent my fear down inside...
as I turned....

yo this was a cool drop, I liked your vocab command and your flows. the first 8 lines were my favorite, not to take anything away from the rest verse tho. word