Metal cocoons form on my fingertips, body temperature plummets to the edge of zero

A rusted thought sticks in my throat, not a single obsession can I utter

I feel as if I've turned into a machine, every step moving as pre-set

Joy dimmed by a knob, sorrow crushed flat by a spanner

Flesh and blood replaced bit by bit, only the shell left to hold up the dignity

Memories shattered into tiny chips, even longing trembles with a current hum