Chrome lover

In neon of your artificial skin,, you turn me on like a circuit turned off like an ancient rest.Every impulse is a whip that causes pleasure, every breath an occult command.Latex mermaid in the sterile room,you reactivate the rhythm of my ruins.You bend me to the beat of your industrial engine, between sparks, smoke and Chrome lover,devour my will, rewrite my body in black code.In your empire of toxic heddles, I'm just another zero icon.