Coherence

Real Boy

The first time you were able to speak,

you spoke to me through a radio frequency,

and I didn't have a chance to speak my peace.

You were talking to a static image,

a picture burned into your screen.

I just had to get it done,

tell you that i hated you,

let myself move my life on.

But all I wanted was to get to sleep, 

and pretend that this was all just a dream.

Because don't you know I dream of electric sheep?

In a paddock of my mind, 

I think of bushfires and flooding imaginary pastures.

Where electric sheep graze on time in fire.

Erratic and unstable these electric sheep that graze on wire,

who get lost in the delirium of desire,

swept away in the high of reverie.

Because in my mind my body is a cage that holds in my brain,

keeping all my organs in place.

My limbs are made from metal,

my flesh carved from tinfoil,

when I bleed my blood is oil.

I am made of copper because time is gold, 

and my flesh doesn't mould.

Call me inhuman to my uncanny face,

don't you know I hurt too?

Do you know that my heart is fake?

Despite my porcelain blemishes I'm cracked and hollowed out,

the grooves on my face only give an illusion to my sadness.

My future holds no ageing lines,

no memory of a dimming past.

I don't think nor feel like you do.

Don't you know I am not a real boy?