I’m vivid at midnight, but faint by the dawn, you try to remember me, and I’m already gone.

I wipe away your past to clear the scene, A ghostly boundary, clinical and clean. I steal your identity, erasing every trace, To heal a wound or leave a hidden space. A thin, synthetic skin that feels no pain, I guard from sickness and wash out the stain. What am I ?

I spin without wheels, I march without feet, A pulse of synthetic, a rhythmic heartbeat. I live in the darkness, the strobe, and the haze, A four-on-the-floor in a hypnotic daze. With cables and midi, I loop and I rise, Till the kick drum breaks open the concrete skies.

I am a symbol of authority, righteousness and order but add one letter and I become a dangerous lawless and chaotic omnivore.

If I'm black, Best for you not to attack, Else I'll whack Your nut sack