• this world
    something she never knew
    full of colour
    she walks
    in her mechanical dress
    with her mechanical heart
    shes such a mechanical mess
    oil tears
    run down her silver cheek
    they move with grace
    their skin
    so beautiful
    she runs her mechanical fingers
    across her mechanical face
    out of place
    she will never belong
    no matter how much she longs
    for those eyes
    so bright
    that skin
    that blood
    that taste
    what a waste of metal
    she sees
    with his mechanical eyes
    not trying to disguise
    who he is
    he walks with pride nothing to hide
    this mechanical man
    she envies him
    as she changes
    no more mechanical mess
    no more stress
    shes so mechanical