
A
made man
comes apart,
seams unravelling
Bolts become unscrewed;
Filled full of dust and dirt
Electrical kickstarter
Blood pumped in from poison vials,
Eyes barely open to see machines
Clinging to this life for a madman’s dreams
Confusion reigns in this laboratory
there seems to be something in the air;
A sadness amongst the madness
Who is the real madman here?
A sigh, a final breath;
Living forever
is a fool’s game
Give it up
This dream?
Dead
Shared with No Theme Thursday and the attached picture prompt

A masterful creation! Love it, sir!
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Thanks Kevin 🙏
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I love your analogy! Your comparisons are all too real!
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Thank you! 🙏
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You are welcome.
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You are welcome!
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