Mechanical waste

I am in a world of smoke and screen developed by the unseen whom resides behind my eyes projecting artificial noise. I can feel a mechanical frame pressing against my cheeks urging me to seek relief, not codine or cocaine can disolve it's Titanium pain. I sigh knowing i will never understand why the aliens up high built me from age old design, outdated, broken i have become, simply waste, humanity, just wrong.