Broken Doll

Broken Doll

A castaway in Metal is left in the dust
Sent through hell and earth and paid back in rust
“(Clank, Clank)” So goes the sound of the prosthetics
A looked down upon existence that’s now so pathetic
Their bodies seen as a junkyard
To be left in the past and the days before
Metal scraps their skin like nails
And does worse even worse if their organs shall fail
The metal is a cold mountain and a reality to receive
To receive immortality at the loss of their humanity
To achieve the better alternatives within their enhanced minds
Time shall do to them that which is not so kind
They shall walk the Earth forever as it is the punishment they’ve received
They all received immortality at the loss of their humanity
They will walk through the deserts
They will walk through the storms
They will walk through the jungles
They will walk through the cities
They will walk through hell and live to tell the tale
Only if the artificial organs don’t short out or fail
To receive immortality itself is the best blessing
But as to where your future or end lies then it shall keep you guessing
One does not have to throw the curse unto all
One broken mechanical body is just another broken doll
One day the time will come for us to all fall
But do you really want to die as just a broken doll?
I sit by and scratch the writing into the white wall
Broken prosthetic arm, I’m just another broken doll
Time will do unto me what it has done unto others
The death of a Cyborg is no less of a bother
Left than as nothing more than a Ghost in the Shell
Their time left on Earth will feel like a jail
A prisoner within their own body but the virtual heaven will call
Forward into the net therefor you are not a broken doll
You live on forever no one there order to you all
Your life has been renewed you were never a broken doll