Jul 25, 2025
"Broken Pain Machine"
I’m the broken pain machine. Covered in grime, never clean. No parts I can ever spare, Endless soaking in despair.
In exchange I malfunction, Isolate from the junction. Mind default to dysfunction, Crowning fear through the unction.
My circuits, they are rusted, My actions, they are busted, Every glimmer of new hope, The oil instantly elopes.
Even feeling paralyzed, Mechanics through scary nights Cause my programming to be... Compromised...
Radiating...
Elusive...
Beautiful...
Lights.