Gears turn in the dead of night
Metallic wails wake me from my slumber
Louder, piercing my skin, reaching into every orifice
I writhe in agony, choking on flakes of rust
I lash out into the dark, my fingers wedged between the cogs
My bones a fine powder, my flesh discarded

Pristine gears, polished with a crimson sacrifice
They turn silently
And I can dream again