Was thumbing my thigh today
Came across a lump
Felt like a screw
Imbedded deep…
Make me new

Turns out these emotions, I have
Are inspired by a truth
A truth sucked dry
Filtered even more
Through my lie

And what is this, youthful inspiration
This, unattainable muse
This, fleeting emotion
This, bright shine
Before death

For, I see them, weathered by the life
Speaking soundly
Through a muted mind
Walking the streets at night
Trapped by time’s incoherent grind

And I got a rusty Robot’s anatomy
Feels like a screw in my thigh
Toppling my facades
Piled blue sky high

 
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