Automaton

I have clockwork in my bones. Hear it tick, hear it tock; Clamoring abusive tones. Hear the click of the lock.

I feel the gears turn in my chest; Burning out, scraping hard. But never-ever do they rest; Hear them shout, ever-marred.

Look behind my crystal eyes; See it go, watch with pride For there within the clockwork lies To and fro, side-to-side.

And see my heart is open wide; How it was like a wired trap. Once within, you're stuck inside As it does often tend to snap.

I am little more than a wind-up doll, Moving along, as I must do. Yet I wonder when now the key will stall, And I will surely stop.