Green eyes

Where I come from
I am code
I am machine
I am data
no punctuation
no breath
no death
 
Over here,
I feel human.
I feel the urge,
an intense urge
to knock over things,
to run over feelings,
to be washed over,
to prod a wound
and taste the warm sting of blood,
to pinch a petal
and swallow the scent of purple berries.
 
To love,
to hate,
to scream,
to claim,
to chain,
to possess,
to even believe
and keep the faith.
 
Eons ago
some of my companions
left for the homeland,
others
moved on.
 
On this planet
I am a forgotten god
in an abandoned temple.
 
I am
a lone traveler
seeking death.