Headphone wires are now our veins
Music the blood pumping through
Our heart is the battery
Leaving our faces to be the screen
The memory card from our phones are now our brains
The camera now the eyes, the only way of truly comprehending the world
The power button is our body awakening from a slumber
But a dead battery is our body crashing, and going to sleep
Our voices are made up of the shrill ring from a notification
Our tears are now formed from cracked shards of glass that drop to the ground after being shattered