the cameras in your eyes, i knew they were watching me and every look, snapshot saved to memory
i remember your voice, such a pretty machine as it sang from your throat and circuitry.
it's a wonder that underneath your skin is so cold. it's a wonder you'll never let me know it's a wonder you'll never let me know
you'd turn the dials up on the radio and in the volume of sound, i'd listen for your monotone
and with every part of you, you'd hum the drone a lovelier choir production's never known.
oh you angel with wings cut out of tin oh you angel, what heaven are you in? oh angel, to hope can be a sin.
and underneath the silicone, you're barely held together you must have realised the charade couldnt last forever
but still you stayed wrapped inside your skin and blood coroded the alloys within
and in your last sparks and mimicry of breath you were feeling! but the name of it was death the way life happens, sometimes that's all the feeling we get.
but it feels so real
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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