Humanoid

The rhythmic beat is just a facade
There is no life within this cold metal frame
Cracked and crumpled, collecting dust
A mechanical heart full of emotional rust

Forgotten like a dream upon waking
Always a giver but not much for taking
There is no feeling beneath the false skin
The illusion of a person is the delusion within

Reminiscent of a computer rather than a brain
Wiring malfunctions inside the mainframe
Twisted and tortured ruminations of the past
What stares back from the mirror is Humanoid at best