Fix
I am broken
And have no one
To help fix me
So I sit at home
Soldering, tinkering
Trying like hell
To drain my body
Of all this bad blood
And replace my heart
With machine parts
Engineering out
These feelings
Become inorganic
And free
Lost the blueprints
Along the way
This path I've taken
Not by choice
Yet here all the same
A trail staind with blood
And tears
Trying all the old maintenance
To fix my problems
Ending up just as broke down
As I was before
It's time to trade in
This broken model
For something shiny and new
So Someone please tell me How?
I am infested
With rot and decay
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