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Machine

by Kersten Cheyne, 14, Hope Mills, North Carolina

Malfunction in the systems as the wind blows south
And rain in shadowed places where the sun won't come out
The loneliness is wholesome and the workings come undone
So now here in the morning I don't rise to face the sun

Razors in the bathroom and aspirin in the mirror
When suicide and death are drawing very near
Malfunction in the system as my machine breaks down
And wipes away our smiles and replaces them with frowns

And too late I found the meaning of the useless casualties
In wars that were remembered for their pointlessness by me
And here I write my story on the bathroom stall
My graffiti pen will show the writing on the wall

And Life was my alias while Death was my best friend
And Darkness was my lawyer in the case that never ends
I was proclaimed Guilty in the fight for my sanity
Throw me in prison and never let me free

So black were my possessions and I walked along the road
All charred by my own hatred for the weakness I have shown
And blood will be the ink in my new graffiti pen
Since my machine is broken and Death is my best friend

Malfunction in the systems as I take up my own ax
And run away to flee from my own loneliness
To slay the beasts who haunt me and who call me these bad names
But I can do nothing, so it will just stay the same

Too late for you
Too late for you
As you run, as you run, as you run
From me
And the machines and the innocents and the evil and the good
Either free me from my prison or kill me like you should

Malfunction in the systems as the wind blows south
And rain in shadowed places where the sun won't come out
The loneliness is wholesome and the workings come undone
So now here in the morning I don't rise to face the sun
To face the sun, to face the sun

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