Wrecked Machine
Bolts are loose, the gears won’t turn,metal twisted, circuits burned.Once a force, now torn apart,wired wrong, a broken heart.
Smoke still lingers, sparks still bite,echoes hum in dying light.Every dent, a story told,of hands that used, of love grown cold.
Built to last but left to rust,stripped of purpose, drained of trust.A wrecked machine, too gone to mend,waiting for the end again.