The Unthinkable.

So shiney and streamlined.
Melt it through like butter.
In the next plane you could find
yourself lying in the gutter.

Hold it to sun.
See it reflect and glisten.
Not quite a gun
but more reason to listen.

Are you so eager
to jump over to the unknown.
Existance too meger.
Better to be a mindless drone.

Stare at your reflection.
So small, light and misshapen.
Curse that infection.
Seething through. Counting to ten.

Counting on someone to save you.
Keep your mouth shut.
Dying to be normal and set free.
Steel to flesh then cut.