Machines never die
But are simply rewired,
And your colors are changing
Bringing death to the choir.
Sing me to sleep with no words at all.
Serrated at angles,
It echoes,
It calls
And comes quicker.
My issue is scar tissue
That just keeps getting thicker,
And I am relieved.
You've given me something
That I can believe.
Whether ghosts at the door
Or your key on the floor,
I'm kicking you out,
It's time that you leave.
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