I have built a machine
From the scraps of my body.
Built it strong. Built it mean.
Built to last for centuries.
I grew tired. I grew weak.
Watched my skin stop fitting me.
Watched my hands freeze up in cold.
I grew tired of getting old.
I grew tired of broken bones.
Traded syllables for stone.
Traded oxygen for life.
I was scared, too scared to die.
Time has claws. Time has eyes,
Staring down and breathing fire,
s**ing air. Swallow hard
Like the vulture that you are.