Bodies collide in a sticky way

Bunch of robots in an orgy

interlocked, keys lost

in this ever-growing synthetic dust

don’t leave them alone

they will mix the codes of love

with war, pain, and the chaos

their war paint

just metallic as it sounds

What is lust after all

naked bodies, bated breath

unbuttoning the buttons

switching off until the end

don’t you know

God uses big data as well

Caravaggio in modern times

man of sorrows dancing with the spotlights

Tissues and other particles

Fading away faster than the remainings of my heart

The paintings are stolen

where the world is all dull and blind

Making artificial love

To the sound of machines and autotuned groans

When you take the light out

There are just dots with red blinking hearts

Defeated by the void

Spirling to unknown

Skins like plastic

Eyes gold-plated

it is the numbness tearing us apart

What is love in the twenty-first century?

A simulation of years of broken hearts