Dancing on unkept cogs
Swaying to the minute of my heart
A Faun implants the warmest of desolate fires
Whispering Fala to an unmarked Point
The essence of it's voice is ancient
Restful in that it dies past our memory
The machine animates itself
In a way that only the inanimate could
The cold spark of it's yearning essence
Fills me with an empathy so forceful that I can't help but to remain
Perhaps it was me after all
Planted in this brilliant forest of alloy
Awakened by those long gone
To be the lifeless companion at their sides
The night lives in each click
A nocturne rings in abstract hands
Though time is felt in my rusted core
It no longer matters to me anymore
The thoughtfulness that I find in inherent dependency
Settles the pace of my racing mechanisms
Knowing that one day I will be old and unable
The lights go out and our story comes to a halt
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Dancing on unkept cogs
Swaying to the minute of my heart
A Faun implants the warmest of desolate fires
Whispering Fala to an unmarked Point
The essence of it's voice is ancient
Restful in that it dies past our memory
The machine animates itself
In a way that only the inanimate could
The cold spark of it's yearning essence
Fills me with an empathy so forceful that I can't help but to remain
Perhaps it was me after all
Planted in this brilliant forest of alloy
Awakened by those long gone
To be the lifeless companion at their sides
The night lives in each click
A nocturne rings in abstract hands
Though time is felt in my rusted core
It no longer matters to me anymore
The thoughtfulness that I find in inherent dependency
Settles the pace of my racing mechanisms
Knowing that one day I will be old and unable
The lights go out and our story comes to a halt
Swaying to the minute of my heart
A Faun implants the warmest of desolate fires
Whispering Fala to an unmarked Point
The essence of it's voice is ancient
Restful in that it dies past our memory
The machine animates itself
In a way that only the inanimate could
The cold spark of it's yearning essence
Fills me with an empathy so forceful that I can't help but to remain
Perhaps it was me after all
Planted in this brilliant forest of alloy
Awakened by those long gone
To be the lifeless companion at their sides
The night lives in each click
A nocturne rings in abstract hands
Though time is felt in my rusted core
It no longer matters to me anymore
The thoughtfulness that I find in inherent dependency
Settles the pace of my racing mechanisms
Knowing that one day I will be old and unable
The lights go out and our story comes to a halt
Writer: Théo Charlesworth
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