Scar Death Magic

Lovestruck nebula girl,
Brave science boy
He doesn’t know how to break it to her
Invention of suspended gunfire,
enlightenment in a programmed detonation by
an ethereal model of electric soldiers
She doesn’t know the planets are jealous of her
Born in a laboratory, he broke the one rule
How can you fall in love with a girl with pixels for a face
whose being depends on her battery life
who was created for prejudiced destruction?
How can you let your lion heart grow for a girl
with a blank slate persona
who isn’t supposed to feel?
When the sun bleeds on the horizon, he tells her.
Her screen flashes red
Static lines envelop underneath the glass
Her mechanical voice quivers,
“You’re just like the rest of them.”