Tin man

The mechanical sun shone towards my soul  
Illuminating my tin hole  
Left in place of my rotting heart  
When my body fell apart  
My limbs were pruned, and in place  
Was the skin drawn from my face  
Limbless serpent commit; unwind  
In my boneless, clear view mind  
Encased in grey  
My thoughts, array  
No room to writhe  
I cannot thrive  
This covering has smothered me  
No company to comfort thee  
I fall to my knees, spiritually  
So hard to please; no one’s here for me  
I stand up straight  
Lost in this place  
With a hollowness worn upon my face  
The machine is slowly suffering  
Feed the dying beast  
The guise of the demons  
Provoke a feral feast  
Remove the shell of mortal  
Shed his lucid skin  
Mold his rabid skull  
And lace his soul in tin