Hold you as you Die

 Dunno why this song had such an impact, really like it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11OMyDrf8iM

....here's a poem. Haven't done poetry in a while, and it doesn't even rhyme most of the time, because I'm rusty and being incredibly lazy about it. Enjoy~!

there she lay, dying in my arms,

 breathing as her life made its way through the spike in her head.

we both knew she was already dead,

 that this was one last chance to save her,

  to preserve her mind,

   and leave the flesh behind.

She held my gaze, script passing behind her eyes,

 endless numbers skimming her memories,

  archiving her life, second by second,

   as her body went cold.

I felt her shudder in the dark room,

 lit only by a computer screen

  dancing with her mind in plain mathematics

   half organic, half-yet digital.

I could see the pain on her face,

 tears streaming down her cheeks,

  teeth grinding until blood

   dripped down her chin.

She let go of me, and held her head,

 silently screaming, fingernails tearing her scalp

  while I cried, and I wailed

   with the sound she couldn't make.

Finally, she shook

 as if struck by lightning,

  then fell back into my arms,

   silent, still, and cold.

I heard behind me a machine, whirring to life,

 the click of chromatic feet in mock-heels,

  her voice calling my name through a box,

   beckoning me to hold her.

I saw her eyes, mock-flesh,

 perfectly colored, blinking,

  staring with the same love I remember in her eyes,

   but somehow still wrong.

A midnight lover's gown, draped over skin

 smooth as a newborn, flawless, creaseless,

  warm, supple, and inviting,

   not at all like her body in my hands.

I looked at her, still mid-scream in death,

 knowing the machine erased the pain of her last few moments

  gone for the machine, now lost to the woman I loved

   naught but a tortured corpse on the ground.

I could hear it behind me,

 could it even feel anger? Fear?

  Loss? Love? Pain?

   I felt her warm hand against my shoulder,

    the freezing metallic spike being pushed into my head,

     and the machine in front of me ready the program again.

"Your turn baby."