Sundried Metal from Sundial Soliloquy by Reinventing Jude

Heart & soul tied up in string, strung along, sometimes strangling. Thoughts & bones tied up in string, prepared for more packaging of expressions lost to machines, to machines. Well, there's nothing left to see, just dried up skins dangling from their own glory, some glory. What glory is there? What's a sun with light bulb beams, battery operated silence screams, electrical outlets for integrity? Put a soul on that face for me, that face for me. Or control in your breathing, you're breathing. Put a hole in that haze for me, that haze for me. And savor the seething, the bleeding. Save the race. Save her. Save the race. Save her. It's not that pretty broken down into pieces of nothing. Oh, and you're not that pretty broken down when you're a pretty little nothing. Oh, you're sundried metal, empty skin. Your sundried metal is what you're in, is what you're in. I broke you into pieces on my floor. I broke you into pieces by my door. I broke you into pieces & swept you up. You're sundried metal, empty skin. Your sundried metal is what you're in... is what you're in..is what you're in..

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