The Original T's blog: "The Machinist"

I feel like the walking dead
A comatose heart
Somewhere between a nightmare and a wetdream
Memories in black and white
I can see the love
I can hold it in these broken hands
My heart won't wake up
My head won't let go
The motions of emotion
Slowly the machine takes control
Pretender
Sell the idea of caring and concern
Wrapping emptiness with a big bow
Someday
One day
Maybe life will return
Catch my breathe
Let someone inside this burnt out shell
Until then keep your distance
Stay an intimate stranger