Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Leaving The Perfect Machine

Viewing the result
My end is certain
All that remains is
The shame of my fear
I shudder, pull down the curtain
My flesh screams
Bitter tears
Time to go
Time to step behind the veil
And see how quickly
The world will forget
Me
A victim of
The maker's perfect machine
Time ticks away
My reality is dead
The clockwork moves
Inexorable
Smoothly
Endless
Without shame
Without regret