Peter Vector - An Anatomy of A Deeper Sort

My heart is flesh and patch-work,
Held together by stitches of hope.
Softly and slowly beating,
Moving this cursed blood throughout my veins.

My hands are bone and cold metal,
Meshed together by need and creativity.
So inhuman, yet so flawless in movement,
As I clasp my chin, thinking.

These eyes are cells and pure acid,
Compacted together by lust and hurt.
A chemical combination that is bound for destruction.
A making me look for a way of escape from all this.

This mouth is teeth and venomous poison,
Brewed together for harm and protection.
Killing and healing the dreams of the broken,
Never forgetting what has was spoken.

My mind is gold and bronze,
Melted together to create,
An orichalcum fortress of beauty and isolation,
That no one dares to try and penetrate.

This is my body of nature and man,
Made for reasons I do not yet understand.
Able to love or to hate, cause peace or war,
I will strive aspire to so much more.

Peter Vector

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