Highway

What has become of myself? Or rather what have I turned myself into?
My days are long gone but I'm still going. Will this suffice?

Not enough

that's not nearly enough

I want to scan the sunrise.

No you can't

Don't treat me like that. I can't be treated like that anymore, that's too human and I'm not a person anymore. I'm all the nightmares you ever saw. I'm nothing but dead meat striving to reach hell. Brake the chains that tie me here or wake me, feed me, wash me and put me to bed until I reach it. Can you do that?