Manufactured Heart

What happens in a world where love is a commodity and we are forced to sell ourselves like products? Cut out the vulnerability, brush away the flaws, paint over our pasts and deny our mistakes. It's hard to have self worth at the same time you are forced to measure yourself on the marketplace.

Manufactured Heart

Building images that flash

Before my eyes dishonest

Trying to find a way that lasts

But I still feel a mess

Putting together words and phrases

To hold just one moment in my mind

The thought that maybe you could love

My manufactured heart

Just a fragment of your time

The little things mean more to me

Anything I can do that's convincing

Ends up being empty

I am not a product yet

Yet I struggle so to be

Sold out in the market

Sleeve holding my heart

Selling saccharin smiles in such trying times

I'd set out for sailing the stars if you would just be mine

Cast aside by these errant winds

Trapped in tired eyes

How can I know anything beyond?

The convictions of my heart?

Reason seems irrelevant

When the fire starts

These heavy words come down like waves

Particular and choked with passion

Unresolved and tossed out on these seas

The restless sailor thrashes

Building fantasies of far off futures

Before my eyes a heart of fools

Passed up by them all in phases

Eclipsed by the shadow of the moon

Pictures painted in the water

Clouds carrying the fire's final gasp

No way the colors of my spirit can stay silent

Blue, pink, red, indigo and violet

Table set for feasting

Guess I'm only scraps

Loving heart is beating

Hope nearing collapse

I have not been worthy yet

Yet I struggle to believe

That in this manufactured heart

There is a love worth salvaging

Spiraling these colors in a bright heads-up display

For less than a kiss I'd set the twilight skies ablaze

Cast aside, in a world of images

I'm just not worth saving

Art Generated by AI Wombo Dream