Choked
by the smoke and mechanical roar
My
voice small
And
i am dimmed
What
fuel feeds these roaring thoughts
The
burning metal scent of them
Too
hot to hold
Yet
Seared
on or in
My
flesh
The
engine of my madness burning
Hatred
words that pierce and screw
Rivets
welding bone to bone
Skin
thick grease flows thru
Crouching
down and cramped up
In
a dark tank anger pumped
In
and percolating hole
Orifice
nostril pore
Opens
to drip the sweat sweet thru
Hot
metal exhaust
Hot
metal sear
Hot
hot hot it hurts
The
engine of my madness running
I
need to sleep but ache
Fever
is a friend of friend
Sometimes
it does not pay to ask
You
might hear the truth
Disturbed
serenity
Crack
crank case
Unforgiveness
forged in iron
Sorrow
set in steel
Wheels
spinning wheels
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