Clockwork Venom-Aiden Spurgetis

I wait for truth, as silence screams.

 

On their face, I see the cogs,

Clockwork organs clicking on.

Guarding features meant to shield,

Early warnings now to yield.

 

This’ll hurt, they know I can,

This painful truth from which I ran.

Metal parts that still will break,

No matter how I try and fake.

 

I see the signs shouting harm,

In my mind I raise my arms…

… Too little, too late.

 

Their mouth opens, black as pitch,

Throat-swabbed darkness,

Violent hiss.

Pain.

I.

Can’t.

Take.

As poison spreads, a serpent’s kiss,

The cost for the proof I wished.