Rusting:
(or Song of the Mangle)
-I see him hiding
In that place so far away
Where he was so beloved but
Will he ever notice me?
-I've always wanted to
Be with one like me
Who was forgotten and left
To rust.
-He stares out longing
And I see him staring
But will he ever see
That within
There is one who knows
Who feels
Who has felt his pain?
I think-
-My friends turned away
And left me to rust,
Broken and mangled
And rusting.
-My friends left me
And broke me
And left me to rust
In that place years ago
But how could I forget?
-I see him standing
Hoping for friends
To return and bring him
Back to that place
Where he was free
Of his prison cove.
-I have so long watched
As he wasted away
Dreaming and hoping
Left alone to rust
And I thought:
"How similar we are
If only he would see
That we are the same
Mangled broken and rusting!"
-I only want to remember those
Days when we were all the same
And think of those days
When we were all alone
And we never cried.
-Tears lead to heartbreak
And heartbreak leads
To fear
And fear will always
Encompass me for fear
That should he see
He would not understand
And I would be again
Alone and away
Lost-
Alone to rust!
-Will you see
One day when we are faded
And gone that we are
Similar?
-I will never
Give up that dream,
Even as I lay hanging
Above,
Rusting and winding away.
-Withered to never
Awaken and remember
And withered and rusted
And eternally wishing for a place
Where we will all be friends.
-I await that day
When we are friends
And we are the same
All of us the same.
