I'm scared of of your metal flair
Your crimson cuts of steely hair
Your clockwork smile
Your stony stare.
I try to push away the hands
Nearing 12, my time is up
My feet are frozen in icy glass
Which melts and drips
Into the lighted cup.
It twists and turns and tries to follow
But still my tears they stay inside
Your mechanic hands they try to lift
The lid, but its fastened by my pride.
I can't find where the joint once was.
No screws to unscrew.
No words to renew.
No start and no end.
Just have the live it through.
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