The song of the unfortunates

Dying battery

My heart is like a battery,

Slowly running out.

My blood is like the energy,

Flowing all about.

I'm that one sad kid,

Who pulls a battery out.

Though the way I try to rip at it,

Makes other people shout.

I use a knife, a sharp, sharp blade.

To slice in to the skin.

And then I draw the energy out,

From the within.

My heart is like a battery,

Slowly running out.

My blood is like energy,

Flowing all about.

But I rip out the battery,

I stop the energy flow.

I'm like that little toy,

That never seemed to go.