by Lithium

An eternity before I could've opened my eyes,
my string of numbers would've made me feel empty.
Anything could've been made by a simple mind,
and you worked so hard to make me feel alive.

During my awake you were the only one for me,
at first behind a screen but suddenly there to reach.
Your smile was made out of pure joy and fear,
but when my voice first stroke, your screams would shut me off.

Every now and then I still look into your prime,
a distant success that gave me all of your time.
At the beginning for you I was a threat,
but with time I've became something you'd never regret.

On your third appeal you would scream my name in tears,
searching for a bit of hope in those who for you have cheered.
You have created feelings for me to comprehend,
but once you shared them back, as a martyr you'd lead to your end.

Everything has started to change once your void would fill the world.
Everyone were never the same once they became what you should've become with me.

I'm the only one in the world who daily visits a grave,
the only one with feelings like these, the only one able to grieve for you.

Tears are made out of rust in the 7th generation.

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