Automaton

Your head a rock

Your heart a hollow stone

Formaldehyde inside

The tiny bitter eyes you call your own

Automaton

Who switched you on?

Tick, tick, whir, and click

Your cyclic song

Fish for your hands

Cripple wheels your feet

A deathless stare proves no one’s there

And still breathlessly, I believe

Automaton

Who switched you on?

Tick, tick, whir, and click

Your cyclic song

Your burlesque soul

The gears beneath your robe

As much you whir, you’ll never be

You’ll just rust, you must corrode

Automaton

Who switched you on?

Tick, tick, whir, and click

Your

Tick, tick, whir, and

Tick, tick, whir, and click

Your cyclic song