Living In Borrowed Time

His broken face and half slit fangs
golden ridges that lost its grace
worn out strap that smelled like feet
and a weak but hourly tweet

and now as we lay on my bed
quivering for my last breath
his steely heart might have wept
he too stopped half past i was dead

Humanoid Dreams

i dream of the golden days
that we strode past in ways
the bustling roads,blaring alleys
flowers and moths of the valleys

i dream of getting whacked
by the bully from the school
to cry, to complain
and make my friends say i'm uncool

i dream of the drunkard
who slandered me with words
looking away with watery eyes
wanting to feed him to swords

i dream to stop at a gas station
talk to the man at the counter
tell'im about my destination
and just wish he pissed me off.

now when i drive at sonic speeds
watchin eyes of steel that stare
wishin for a drop of tear on cheeks
and my android mate wasn't there.

Desperate Human
4010AD