What is so expecting?
Dripping life, newly come from death
Beautiful where it is, stay there
Nothing to do with metal minds, nothing so
What is so flawless?
It is perfection, broken perfection
Minds crazed from the sight of superiority gone mad
Bodies pierced with metal, so helpful
How did they become like this?
The last was his while none were theirs
Certainly those from before were not at fault
Someone to be blamed must be present
He wishes it was him
The broken work he was brought to, inherited
Nothing more to deconstruct when all is destroyed
One can look from the inside
How many things can live in the same space?
Inside where one should be alone
Nothing can be understood while locked away
No one is so superior as to forget that
Except when lost, lost in themselves
From all others
How can such deep holes be filled?
Inside there was something to understand
It just wasn’t what they were looking for
So he takes it