I can still hear you
crying out for help,
like a dying animal
with no ears to hear your calls.
I can still see you
crying out for help,
like a helpless child
with no parent to call your own.
I can still feel you
crying out for help,
like a broken heart
without it's missing parts...
but do you still acknowledge my presence?
Cause I'm standing right here...
can you hear, see, feel me here next to you?
Cause I'm here to help.
The letters
that spell out
the horror
of my ways,
distort the face
of my faith.
Unknowingly hurt
those that get in my way
from bringing chaos to my
new playground.
Reaching for the stars
to crush them underneath
my toes, for all
that taught me
I had no hope or
could conquer the depths of my darkest dreams...
I still wonder if they knew I wasn't human.
I only can tell you,
the letters that spell out
my being
without emotion
because this is how I am.
M-E-C-H-A-N-I-C-A-L
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