soft cold metallic touches and she
wishes she could feel him wishes she
could know his breath on her cheek so
light, soft, empty and emotionless
wires, oiled joints and
nitty gritty electric eyes, spying on him
stealing his secrets, his sacredness
she can't love what isn't holy,
what isn't real, true,
an artificial hypocrite, she's so cold
but so sweet, copper taste, hot metal,
her heart is rusting for him
and soon she'll be nothing but dust.