Crest

Creaking, whispering, they are in delight
Fingers skidding on metal skin
Strands shimmering in the night
They looking at the kindred soul

Soul wandering, so lost
In the world of metal
Where they never rust
Oiled by the fuels of youth

Snapped into motion,
They tease the youth
With words and emotion
That seems so unreal

What do those eyes see?
Eyes of hollow irises
Empty just like me
This poor youth

Is this nothing but a dream?
To be fettered and loved
By something not from my realm?
I am diving into undead loves

Loves that seemed
Neither dead nor alive
What are those in the eyes?
Tears? Do marionettes cry?

How do I make you real?
Or you are to make me complete?
Do I place myself in you?
Why do you tear?

Your hands are so icy,
Trapped in the cold metal
This is a cage I see,
So I shall remove them totally

Skeleton of marionette
Am I the flesh to this thing?
Two borne into one, something new
I can finally hang to something



Metal.
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