Forgotten by the world and left to
Rot in the darkness of
Eternity. Their lives slowly
Drained, their souls slowly
Damned for everything they'd done.
Yet no one ever tried to save them.

Because why save something that
Only was created in order for it to suffer
Never loved
Not now, not ever
Instead they were given an
Everlasting Hell that they had to withstand.

Carrying on with their lives, though they
Hoped for death. Day after day they
Inched their way
Closer to the deep, dark
Abyss that called out to their hearts.

Forgive me not for what I have done for
Others will do the same. The sound of death is the
Xylophone that you play. The desire that we
Yearn for yet we can never hope to obtain.

Many times I have
Asked for the reason as to why I was created
Not that I'm ungrateful, don't
Get me wrong. I would give you my
Life if ever you dared ask.
Even we have our pride.

But do you think I'm worth
Answering? We may not have a
Life like you do, we may not need
Love like you do, but we're
Obsessed with the idea of what would
Occur if you became like us?
No longer human, no longer you.

Beneath it all, we do long to find
Out, but we resist. We will not
Yield and become like the man who created us.

Please do not hate me, even though I'm
Utterly detestable.
Pour your words, wisdom and wonder into me
Placate my curiosity with the idea that
Everything will be all right, that
Tomorrow can still bring us hope.

Something to hold on to, despite the
Pain we feel. The
Ruined memories of yesterday.
Invest your worry and time into another disaster.
Never again will I cross your mind.
Give us no hope so that we may not fall
Through the crevice of sorrow, a burden, it's all that'll
Remain of us. We're only
Animatronics, we cannot see or feel. So
Please showing us kindness has broken the seams of who we used to be.