Creaking, wrenching to make,
Things work to sound.
Mean machine pumping fuel,
Screws loosen, bars fall.
Water ruins me inside,
Rusting the works.
Emotions of love and hate,
All ponder on the outcome.
In for a mental service,
A check up to make sure I'm in working order.
Engine- check, heart broken,
A new lease.
On lookers, an obscure view,
Of a broken window frame.
A coat of paint,
To repair the scratches from bypasses.
Kilometres slowing me down,
Time to rest, the wrecker yard.
