In the dark, there are no shadows.
No vision to see the broken soul,
No light to hurt the mind.
I lie in the silence of the night,
Listening to the sounds of my dreams.
Blameless thoughts sent far away,
Another time, another day.
This little machine needs no oil,
No work, technician or toil.
I am no walking model.
Where is my cast iron heart now?
Why does my skin bleed?
Am I not made of stainless steel -
Why does this hurt so much?
A machine will not run without power,
Yet I force my body to move
Starved of energy,
Broken and sore,
Never letting go of my pain.
