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.