Love one of the worlds most confusing things to figure out
People search for it others already have it
They claim that its everything they ever dreamed of
Love, luster, loss
They come in that order
Love is like a sunset over the mountains
Beautiful but short lived

Love is like summer vacation
when it ends you wake up with the pressure of the world dawned upon you

Love is like the weather before the rain
The most amazing thing in the world
Until it's over and you're left to the mess

Love is like when you wake up
you were having the best dream you have had in awhile
Then you realize that that could never happen anyway

Love is a wonderful, beautiful thing
But it is hard to find.

Awakened when completion came to affect,
Awakened on the tinkering desk,
Just as the inventor had come to expect.

Gears turning and toiling,
Eyes adjusting to the sunrise.
Thoughts, yes,
They were beginning to arise.

Father of this creature,
That is what he was called,
Stood silently, admiring, astonished,
But most of all, frightened.
His soul was now consumed.

With arithmetic movements,
The automaton stiffly sat himself upwards.
Mind like a child,
Size of a man,
Strength of an ox,

There was no way for him to blink,
There was no way for him to drink,
He had not the need to sleep,
And he had no yearning to fall asleep.
He had not any other wants or needs,
Other than the occasional oil put to the joints.

Although, he wants a heart,
He wants a heart so that she and him will never be apart.
She is in love,
He is in love,
They are in love.
He is wanting a heart, instead of an engine.

He does not have a ticker,
So he is not in love.
He is more in trance,
Thinking in advance,
Wanting a heart, instead of an engine.

The girl visited,
The automaton hesitated,
Then struck with madness almost empiric,
Struck her heart and ripped it from her spirit.
Wanting a heart, instead of an engine.

He rushed to his dorm insanely ashamed,
He rushed to install the heart acclaimed.
He rushed so that he could in fact,
Have emotions that were quite intact.
Wanting a heart, instead of an engine.

Anguish had come to a boil,
Instead of oil,
Blood pumped instead of electricity,
He felt nothing comparable to simplicity.
He had loved the maiden,
Who he just sent to death (could that be a haven)
He just wanted a heart, instead of an engine.

Taking hearts from humanity would have to do,
He thought, while emotions filled anew.
Trekking through snowy streets,
Removing hearts from anyone he meets.
To this day,
He still takes hearts away.
An automaton who wanted a heart,
Instead of an engine.

He was a mystery, like death in disguise
The moon, the only light in a sea of darkness
The road he traveled entwined like an old dead tree
My other half came trampling

He was lost in a world of desire
Desire for me
Creak.. glack, glack go his footsteps
His velvety red jacket was a ravishing claret red

He had a certain contrast versus the inn
If I knew what would happen on that very day
I  would of warned him to fray away
Perhaps he would have stayed

That was the day I felt the end dawning, dawning, dawning...
Then in the blink of an eye it went black
It was peaceful however, quiet
Then the gates of hell opened and away I went

The sky was a dash of salt
Bitter and never enough
He was standing there admiring the rocking chair
The price she said “you will have to pay”
Creakkkkk says the old rocking chair

He brought it home that old rocking chair
Placed it just below the stairs
“Ah” he said firmly and turned it to face the sea
Little did he know he would have to pay a termly fee
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair

Late that night as the crows cried
he rolled over upon his side
There in the doors way
The creaky old rocking chair making its way
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair

Back and forth the rocking chair goes
Why this way no one knows
The man had awaken by the time of dawn
He tried to shake off what he had saw
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair

There in the way of his escape
Ruby red blood crawling from the rocking chair
Flowing freely from the old rocking chair
On to the white soft forest below
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair

As he inched away from his near turned opponent
The squeaky, creaky old rocking chair
The most beautiful women the man had ever seen
A gastly figure dressed in white and stained with a gruesome scene
Turned to face the sea
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair

He thought of running hiding somewhere far away
But that beautiful mistress begged him to stay
The wind then was a chorus of howling crys
He could not believe his eyes
That once creepy, sneaky rocking chair disappeared from his side
That old rocking chair creaked no more


Years later when his bones were as old stone
That same man walked down the same street alone
Just when he’d thought that peace was here at last
He saw a flash from an undesired past
Sitting just below the stairs…
Creakkkk said the old rocking chair

I forgot.
Or at least I tried to
You did right by me
Or did you?
I tried for years
To forget you, and now i’m here on the ground
Trying to remember you
Soft as the clouds
The memories we shared
Brutal as the truth
The one when i’m here without you