I'll build myself up,
The Titanium of my bones,
The joints melded and stuck.
The Steel of my flesh,
Battered and dented,
Welded together again, fresh.
The creak of my Aluminium lungs,
The tick of my clockwork heart,
My ribcages metallic rungs.
My blood like Oil,
Fuels the beat of my machine,
Bringing it to a boil.
Feeling the grinding of my system,
The compounds that collect me,
I'm awake in case I miss them.
My memories are like sand slipping through the cogs of my mind.
The tiny grains so elusive, but the cogs still turn.
For I have not lost reason, merely reason is lost to me.
Thank you for reading, vote and comment at your leisure.
