Iron Maiden

first thing i've written in over a month
nothing else to say about it, really.

Mechanical man,
he’s dying without life,
living without soul,

Dead from the waist up,

H
                E
                                L             
                                           P


the mechanical man,
with his arms made of burning silver,
and his lungs full of ash and-
black on the floor surrounding
the human toy on the potty-chair,

 

humanoid stranger,
void of everything but sodden hopes,

Sat in armour made of skin,
Thrumming life through wire-veins,

Pump
                pump
                                pump

 

Space-age hero,
Silver skin and copper blood,
surrounded by things impenetrable,
metal rib cage and solid bone
surrounds the beating humanoid heart

 

And the energy flows free

The End

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