Tin Man
I am a tin man;
corrosion ravaged, tin man.
Staring placidly o’er countless hills
marred by desolation rills;
unfeeling, here I fade.
Black oil hemorrhages
and I fade.
Tic-tock heart song
Tic…tic…tic...
tock.
Set aside the oil can,
oil cannot save a man
so consumed by jealousy.
What yet is there left of me?
On my lips a frozen grin
hides the rage I feel within.
As a comfort you caress
but I am strong, so I suppress
the feeling…no more feeling.
As I fade.
In this final dusk
under sunset skies of rust
through the smothering of depression
I can’t numb this last obsession:
How did you so long disguise
all the truth behind your eyes?
Why, for years on end
as we danced, did you pretend
that this perfect masquerade
would never fade?
Oily tears, on metal cheeks,
I can’t seal up all the leaks.
My blood drains out onto the ground,
I stare and grin at the haunting sound
of dripping oil as it fills
countless desolation rills;
and unfeeling,
here I fade.
Black oil hemorrhages,
and I fade.
Tic…please tock do not reply;
just let me die.
08/20/15
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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