Drone

They wound you up like a child's toy

And pointed you into the fire

And even as your plastic self began to melt

You didn't know the end was near

They slit your throat like you were cattle

Bled you out and left you dry

And even as the warmth of red

Rushed across your chest you said

Is it okay if I ask why

Why does it feel so much like it's a stab in the back

Like if you let them in they're just poised for attack

So how can anyone form anything that's real

When everyone hates everyone for saying what they feel

You're conditioned not to notice

Anything beyond your reach

So when the windows open up

You won't offer up a speech

You'll just be silent like the windup toy they taught you all to be

And I'll just smile as I'm melting down the man I thought was me