Your piston driven legs drive through my heart
And I am pinned to the floor uncaring.
You gleefully rend my tired form apart,
But destroyed, I go on blankly staring.
You smash my features with great iron fists
But you can still feel my eyes inside you
Unfaltering, your mind would bend and twist
As the liquid on my pain drips on through.
That's right. Feel me rusting your dying gears.
This is where I've always been. In your head
And comfortable to keep residing here,
Picking at your wounds as you lay in bed.