Synthetic Man

Far from your youth
You've become a synthetic man
Your being kept alive by the ingenuity of modern alchemy

Chemicals flow solidly through your veins
Their purpose is to dull the pain, and keep you from going completely insane

I see this man before me, as if his blood has been replaced by motor oil..... though he is by no means a well oiled machine

This person I love, has become almost unreal
This person I love.... so trying to heal

This man, my father, staying with me through the haze
This man, my father, I fear will not stay synthetic much longer

Coming to terms with death
I no longer fear it, for myself or others
I hold no regrets that it will end....end in nothingness, an overdue rest

This man before me, a synthetic man, my father, will one day release all that is unnatural and return to where he came....the earth