Brush your face open with a plunger.
This is my circuitry
The cord that I trip on
I mean to ignite
And not cause you fright
The circles under my eyes
Show under the light
I am bare to the wire
Scrapped bones
Perspire
I’ll be it when I’m dead
Forever a liar
Some sort of a machine
Cold sweat from a dream
My heart dares swallow
Imagination left fallow
What is at core
Something I value?
Support and give hope
Has something broke?
Trembled and assembled
Rigid to the few
Left to feedback
That never seems new
Peer down a lens
It only reminds
Idle in time
Makes me define
Charge too spoken
Given to perplex
The art is structure
I try to connect
Break and it’s fake
Did I make the mistake?
It’s a constant hit on
Though turns off if I’m late
Lust too real
Machinery surreal
Burnt out and it’s tasteless
A layer can peel
Connect to be alone
Not one to condone
Truth I admire
Though it, I’ll never know
Left with a limb
Balanced on a whim
Angle of correctness
Feeling wreckless
Fire, furnace
Redeem my path
Grant the essence of math
Fear i may learn
Nothing in turn
Engineering substance
With productive plans
A creative burst
That lifts the curse
Lead me here
Turning the gear
And redeem the stream
That skyward beam
That will forever burn on
Not leaving me sightless
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