writing Perpetual Sadness Machine for the Common Man (Act 2)

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

Becoming who we are

On dead set sights of stronger pains

The man does break and thrash all about

Scathing the earth with the blood thrown here and there

Upon the stones which served to seal the lonesome fate of abandonment

As the machine begins to move

 

Collectively and purposefully

Decisive in all its motion

Deceiving the brittle hearts and madness from deep within

Forcing fortune upon the innocent and broken hearted

Following company of strange kingdoms, in lines of clouds

Black as night, the heart and soul of perplexing machines

Damned to withhold any and all emotion within the turning gears

Spinning endlessly as the hearts of hopeless men come marching in

 

Infections upon the soul, arching more and more

Bending endless, pin into sadness to give unto all

A delicate touch of infinite despise, poison to the heart

The beating love of sadness within the blistering skin of devils

Puking forth the drained and mute

Servants to forget, diminish, and disgrace

All into the machine they go

As the clockwork rings

 

-David Favret

Edited October 3, 2013 by TheBronyHeart