Blame the Censors (Cage the Centaurs)

[Mr. J]

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....