Mechanical soul

Poor little one.

Young and innocent.

Fragile and weak.

And yet.

You never give up on living.

Never gives up knowing.

Never give up fighting.

Never give up trying to love.

Tears of hope fall on his metal face.

They rustle your beautiful polished and bright face in the sun.

Your heart, which pumps black blood.

Hits stronger.

And it trembles inside your cold inside.

Your body heats up.

And his eyes shine with a fiery determination.

And I get it.

My sweet and lovely child.

Born in a cradle of fire.

With his steel skin.

Your copper veins.

Her glass eyes.

Life possessed.

A soul lived there.

My sweet daughter ...

Your mother would be proud to see you like this ...

Where is it ...

Know this ...

We were blessed ...

For a mechanical soul.