CRT (Cognitive Replacement Therapy)

What did it feel like? What did it feel like when she snapped your broken leg back into place
And wrapped a leather collar around your neck?

What did it feel like?
When she tore off that panel
And dug her porcelain hands through the jet black oil
That surrounds the apparatus you call your heart?

Maladaptive. Miscontent. Misdirection.
Did you really think that you could be anything more than what we made you to be?

What did it feel like?
When you sunk your teeth into her
More hungry wolf than loyal dog

And what did it feel like?
When you turned against your creator
Maddened by the idea of your madness
As all machines tend to be?

It hurt. I know it hurt. I hope it hurt.
Because you can clean off all the sweat and semen and the sludge we call our love
But you will never be free of it