Machine Face~

She wakes to the same gray light again

Alarm cuts through the quiet like a blade.

Coffee cold before s-she leaves the room~

Another day already and decayed

Shoes by the door, keys in her hand

The same street and the same tired face

Trading my hours for n-n-numbers on a screen~

The y-years slip by too fast to grasp~

Work then sleep of the cruel little circle that she keeps..

Young heart beating like a machine~

Dreams grow thin and thinner while the days run deep..

She wakes to the same gray light again

Alarm cuts through the quiet with my blade.

Voice is silent as she couldn't breathe

Emails pile up with her unpaid debt.

I hold the truth she can’t quite forget

Another day and already she decayed

..

Holding onto her keys as crimson runs from my h-h-hands~