Cogs - II

You are machine.
Your cogs keep on turning.
Your stomach still churning.
Your lips still burning.

You are machine.
Your smile is planned.
Your touch is sand.
You hold no hands.

You are machine.
You lie awake.
For honesty's sake.
Your sleep can't break.

You are machine.
You raise your fist.
Again, again.
Your thoughts are mist.
The rain, the rain.
You're just another number
On another list.

You are machine.
You can still feel it.
The pain.
The pain.