The Mechanical Girl

Of copper wire and wind dried hair

The sun shines darkly upon you pair

Two lovers caught between the world

Two people trapped inside despair

Oh what is right? Oh what is wrong?

Will be yours to decide before too long


She loves you now

You love her less

How did you create this mess?

Prepared to give everything to you

Something you could not do too


She runs alone, hunted by the drones

Your pack is closing, your teeth are sharp

Easy for you to find your mark


Bedraggled hair turns to red, despite the things she said

Her heart is slowing, her movements showing

She turns to you instead

Eyelids flutter, pulsebeats mutter

Her face stuck in your head