4-1-16
Coked up hearts,
Pavement and machine parts,
Coexisting in the backseat,
This isn't a human heat,
It's been like this from the start,
but I'm not about to retreat.

You see, I'm not alive,
We're more alike than you think- you and I.
We're running low on battery,
These eyelids feelin' heavy,
We communicate in heavy sighs,
Flashing signs with these broken eyes.
- (m.m)