18 July 2012
Wind the lever, The machine comes to life Your robot heart Clutches a knife.
His clockwork body Toys with the blade, Mechanical body, Nuts and bolts-made.
He strides to the window, Awkward and stiff walker. points the dagger close, He's no big talker.
Just fulfilling his program His robotic assassin voice. He has a robot heart, Don't judge him on his choice.
He thrusts it forward, Oblivious to your screams. Then something stirs in him; A mechanical dream?
Mechanical dream. • Opuss № I