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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.