Monster

I’ve got bolts in my neck
what did you expect?
I’m not the best
at keeping things fresh.

The days blur into weeks,
weeks into months
and my heart only beats
once or twice in a year.

Now there’s no one in sight
they’ve all come and gone.
I’m losing that rhythm I had
so definitively just the other night.

I wonder,
am I just a monster
who doesn’t know how to feel?
Left to flounder in a world too real
to become a martyr to my pain, they say.

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