Family ((personal ))

Blood is thicker then water
but it's oil that keeps me going.

I've always been a machine
and never related to flesh very well,
maybe it's the weakness it embodies.

It burns to easy and
refuses to move when
It freezes outside.

Or maybe it's the poison thats been slipped with it.

Everytime they roll around it's a reminder that
no matter how hard i try i am tied to the bed of lies
that my parents laid in when they were for to young
for promises.

So i continue working,
with the few scarce drops of oil that i find.
I call them friends and they are more valuable then gold.

Blood may be thicker then water
But oil beats blood by a long shot.