Clicking and clanking
Rotating and whirring
Machines
They don't fail
They don't think or feel
They just do their task
They don't mind if they're left aside and collect dust
They don't mind if they break
They don't feel, they don't know pain.
Me?
Yeah... I do.
Been broken, and hurt
with no will to fix myself
What would it be like, to be a machine?
To not feel
to never have to be heart broken?
Maybe I should make my shattered heart
and broken mind, and destroyed soul
of iron and steel
Instead of fixing and stitching the wounds
My steel heart
Not cold
but not feeling
Whole
and not beating
Then maybe the tears would cease to fall
and maybe the blood wouldn't ever stain
Maybe I wouldn't mind being broken, or forgotten or
shoved aside
Maybe a heart of steel
would be better than this,
my heart of hearts
