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,
As poison spreads, a serpent’s kiss,
The cost for the proof I wished.