Sophie clockwork mannequin

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

Madama Insonnia

Madama Insonnia
turpe stupro delle palpebre mie
domanda inevasa, negletta, di sonno e sogni
grave e avara mi concupisci, strega!
di cigni magri matrigna, il giorno fai un ignavo di me
e all'uso visigoto di lino nero mi avvolgi
per iniziarmi al tuo amaro rito

di giorno ti fai temere e la notte detestare
ché al crepuscolo si radunano li servi tuoi
corteo macabro, per condurmi al tuo cospetto
in vincoli, suonando flauti malevoli
verso lidi di mestizia e rimpianti
e sempre, ovunque, mi trovano quei demòni

e ivi, presso letti di malattia e martirio
con sinistri alambicchi e pazienza e perizia
maestosa al capezzale mio ti disponi
amante pietosa e devota
alché operosa distilli livore da' miei lombi
e non lasci la stana finché luce dentro non piombi

ma ritorni ancora, certezza notturna tremenda
ti corichi meco per un altro raccolto
e ripeti l'opra, non fai mai ammenda
generosa di quei semi i cui frutti già ieri mi hai tolto
e così per settimane mi affami e svuoti
finché, una sera, gli otri colmi
carezzandomi la testa, per paesi non noti
mi abbandoni dicendo "ora dormi."