The instructions for the sane use of life
were carved on a mechanical puppet core
by gentle hands of girlish abnegation
the instructions for the safe use of life were given
and I was mildly listening
standing by the chrysalis
waiting for she to hatch
and bend her face to the light
so that I can see
the features of my abductress
having a vaporwave dream
I wonder, can things self-repair?
when precision gears get stuck
and nobody is there to fix 'em
am I supposed to rust and decay along with?
repeat my name don’t you remember me
I am your clumsy dancer
during my whole youth of captivity
I kept on spinning forward
with my musical box’s ballerina
and in my sweet exile from humanity
I've built a steam-powered orchestra
programmed to play otherworldly lullaby
Here's the spider caught in its own web
insomnia nurtures confusion which starves
patience which depraves temperance
clockwork mannequin
would you be the silent heroin
of my steampunk manifest?
clockwork feminine
in our solitary empire
take my hand and dance once again with me
When the machine is self-aware
every machinery takes fire
hideous copper gargoyle, I’m starving to salvage
the carcass of you
repeat my name don’t you remember me
I am your emaciated dancer
the instructions for the final use of life
are impaled on my consumed figure
by hard claws of viciousness
for I awaked her nemesis
and built my torture chamber
a sinister musical box
spinning with quiver
