The Truck Graveyard

Torn apart

And forgotten

I walked inside

taking caution.

I am not supposed to be here

I am not allowed to see

Yet this place of metal

seems alone, and alive to me

The yellow moon shines down

and lights the way

The evening chills me.

This is not May

I am searching for a pattern

A plan to fit my life

I trip and fall down aways

the metal cuts me like a knife.

I am alone and desparate

No one hears my calls

I will soon become part of this

once alive, but i will become the metal doll.

My oil leaks out and leaves me

I cannot move my arms

My circuts are failing, and

My death will cause harms.