Machina

I'm getting this heart to beat again
This cold machine of blasphemy
This thing rectified from self-worth
A thing that  no one was ever...
Really meant to see.

I can't touch you,
your soul is like ice
Fogged on the glass; slick metal blades.
I want to gouge this hole away
This hole right here
It's here to stay.

This cold machine of blasphemy
The grinding gears of reality
The mechanized reflection staring back at me
This love is gone and so is the rest of me.

The pen is buried in these veins
The lips of my beloved.
They wrote magnificent melodies across my skin
I so easily discarded.   

And I find within these lines
The words crawl beneath my skin
And gouge out any hope, any sustenance within.

I want to gouge these words away
These words right here
They're here to stay.

And so the colors, oh yes, those too
Have dulled from within
A melancholy monochrome
A fully burning sin.

They say angels can't be demons
But I wonder what I am
A crumbling shard of innocence
To whose life isn't meant an end.

I want to gouge this heart away
This heart right here
This heart...decays...

With every dying breath I pray
This heart..at least...will feel no pain.