Alone and mechanical (sequeal to alive again)

You reached your hand out
to me
and i ran
from that bed
where i had died.
i am alive
i don't feel alive though.
i feel as dead
as the trees
in the forest
where i run.
i feel mechanical
the gears are rusted
the chrome is dented
i am not perfect
how many are out there
just like me?
most likely
no one
i am alone
i should of
grabbed your hand
and let you lead me
away from this fallen world
it scares me
a lot
i fall and cough up
more rust
it floats away
i scratched my arms
and black blood drips off my fingers
i stare and watch
fascinated
and horrified at the same time
this is not
how it's supposed to be.