I’m a man made out of tin; sheets of worn out metal, decaying in an orchard with my trusty axe and kettle. I cried myself to rust because I have no heart, No love for this metallic man; no soulmate counterpart.
Can’t you hear the sounds that echo underneath? A hollow empty shell where a heart's supposed to beat. The days are long and grinding; the nights are even longer. Rotting away in this field my mind begins to wonder.
I dream of sweet devotion that I want to feel and cardiac vibrations put in this man of steel. A coronary muscle overflowing with affection is all I ever wanted, an emotional connection.
Wait! What’s this......?? I see ruby sparkles and stare with fascination. It's skipping upon some yellow bricks, is this a hallucination?? To Be Continued.....