i look at him, the futurist, and i can see a marching band through his hands, leaving scars and music as well. he says "i'm just a human in a can" but why do i see mistakes, tragedies, losts, and all those things lead me to one single word: hero.
i say "you're more than that, you can be more than anyone" and tony looks at me, his brown eyes lack of his old boldness, now they are just hole bones, so he asks "why me?"
i stop talking, i take his hands, and i warm his cold dead body in my arms.
"cause you can build iron out of a man"
i answer.
YOU ARE READING
- the mechanic :: one last time
Random[[one shots, poems, random thoughts about anthony edward stark]]
