Mechanized Hearts

Its cold steel cannot love me back
With silent heart, chambered and black.
So to times of its birth I spy
At all the warmth I now alack.

Weakness of flesh tempts my design
Buckling frames, to force, resign
So that each breath I draw will try
To ply metal as bones align.

The hiss and bend screams deaf delight;
An Industrial birth in sight
As blades whittle me down to cry
Crimson tears of joy cast to night.

No more supple am I than it
In steel chambers black and unlit
As fluids rust and welds go dry
Mechanized hearts are formed to fit.

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