Transforming
#2 of Poetry and Scribblings
The tendrils creep further,
Piercing my skin,
Entering my tissues,
I can hiss,
Scream,
Claw at it,
Swear,
Once again,
The nanite alloy,
Has spread further,
Once more the hollow feeling,
Has transformed me further,
Claiming my other arm,
Making it senseless,
Cold,
Emotionless,
Is this the curse,
Of a half-mechanical being,
To be fully consumed in the end?
Will I find someone,
While I can still call myself humanoid?
Will I find someone,
Before I am fully transformed,
Closed up,
For anyone that tries to gain entrance?