Poems from Emberlite
The way you make me
suffer is so sweet.
It makes me feel alive,
reminds me that I can still care
sometimes.
Wreckage and pain,
but none...
Give me your hand.
You feel that vibration in my chest?
That's called a heartbeat,
and as long as that machine
is pumping that red matter...
Don't leave.
Just don't.
Stay close to me.
Be patient and gentle,
then you'll see.
Get to know me.
I have layers upon layers
of thought...
It's so hard for us to operate.
We're broken machines.
There must be a kink in our wires,
or rust in our rings.
Tarnished metal and bent-...
I like to let my imagination
run wilder with every
darker shade of the night sky,
as the sunset melts away
onto the other side of the world...