I am broken.
A defunct machine endowed with the power to dream
And without the ability to live.
Forever chained to its maker.
A hollow casket of being,
Feeling every superficial sensation,
But unable to revel in the base emotions of heart.
Eternally empty for want.
A forgotten doll,
Picked up and left off just as soon.
Cracked porcelain and tangled strands of slate,
Reaching out into the abandon.
A glacial inferno,
That burns with all the passion of a thousand lovers
And in a moment will pierce with
A thousand shards of bitterness.
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