Congratulations, you've made yourself
A clockwork man,
Parts all ticking away according to plan,
There's no shine of surprise,
In your dull and lifeless eyes.
Congratulations, you've made yourself
A clockwork man.
You can now do so much more than
When you were flesh and being,
Now you're a lifeless thing.
Congratulations, you've made yourself
A metal man.
You can do whatever you normally can,
But there's no spirit nor spark.
And your mind grows slowly dark.
Congratulations, you've made yourself
A broken man.
Shiny bronze metal all spick and span.
Although you look well adjusted,
Inside, your parts are rusted.
Commiserations, you've made yourself
Barely a man.
In doing so you killed your emotion span.
Working better but not yourself,
Soul traded for human wealth.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
