Today, I'm making these peices fit,
Like resin melting together into a unified whole,
Mechanical Dysfunction, and I'm empty now,
Broken down and drained,
Derailed, destitute, dialated eyes
drill through common social graces,
caught in stasis,
electric free - bases,
blank friendly faces,
with suprised frowns,
like I'm a dirty, homeless clown,
unhappy, broken down,
wretched and dirty brown.

I'm not all here,
yet there's nothing to fear,
I'm running in circles around an empty house,
abandoned and cold,
lonely, and uncomfortable in the solitude of it's own thoughts.