"Mechanical Angel"

He is dead now, I can see it in his wings
The feathers have fallen away
revealing the gleaming mechanism
Of gears, twisting in pain

I know it is pain, I know the apathy
The familiarity of mechanical movement
Rigid jerks, emotion dead
He has died before, his face a tomb

It is not the first time, I see the hurt
An angel's wings torn away
still trying to die, never again
to taste the blue of the sky

The change comes fast
It leaves a bitter stain
There is no more white in the world
Flesh is rotting gray

The gears are rusting now and
the soul is screaming, paralyzed
I knew him before, but tonight I watch
the Mechanical Angel at work

Ice has formed on the face
The muscles cannot function
But the machine is still turning
Still turning past the rigor mortis

Winter frost is closing in
Autumn's dying bed has passed
But what spring's revival holds ahead
I know will not come

Summer cannot melt the frost
ease the movements of him
He is the Mechanical Angel
the Mechanical Angel once again.