Rusting Parts

Red, Brown, Gunned down, A manchine ceased to be Oxidised Realised Brutalised Catharsis empathised Our fate it seemed to be Hopeful Fruitless Helpfull Useless Your minds bent eye sees me I lie here shunned Yearning Turned To dust as you do sleep But one man sees me Joyful Insightful Ecstatic for my bones Use is deemed Beyond whats seemed From rusted parts and skin Inside what counts Is what amounts To what comes from within