SAD MACHINE

SAD MACHINE

A Poem by SpeakToMeTheTruth



Is anyone there?
Oh...
Hi!


Who survived? Somebody new?
Anyone else but you?
On a lonely night was a blinding light
A hundred leaders would be borne of you

And though I know, since you've awakened her again
She depends on you, she depends on you
She'll go alone, and never speak of this again
We depend on you, we depend on you
And though I know, since you've awakened her again
She depends on you, she depends on you
She'll go alone, and never speak of this again
We depend on you, we depend (I'll depend) on you

I don't know much about your life beyond these walls
The fleeting sense of love within these God-forsaken halls
And I can hear it in his voice, in every call;
"This girl who's slept a hundred years has something after all"

And though I know, since you've awakened her again
She depends on you, she depends on you
I'll go alone, and never speak of you again
We depend on you, we depend on you
And though I know since you've awakened her again
She depends on you, she depends on you
She'll go alone, and never speak of this again
We depend on you, we depend on you
And though I know, since you've awakened her again
She depends on you, she depends on you
She'll go alone, and never speak of this again
We depend on you, we depend (I'll depend) on you

(Hi)

© 2015 SpeakToMeTheTruth


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I read this like a song, but it had a remarkable message. I imagined a person emerging from a war zone, wandering around for survivors. But to find out it was about a girl who was found after so many years. It takes a long time for people to adjust to normal life. I really enjoyed this and honored to be the first one to review!

Posted 6 Years Ago



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SpeakToMeTheTruth
SpeakToMeTheTruth

Heraklion, Greece



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I need another story Something to get off my chest My life gets kinda boring Need something that I can confess Til' all my sleeves are stained red From all the truth that I've said Come by it ho.. more..

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