Diorama

Mechanical regret
With automatic tears
Mutiny had never seemed so pointless.
I haven’t slept for ages.
A coma in transparent trance
With all my narcissistic little helpers.
If not with you,
How can I find the ocean floor?
If not for you,
What do I need this body for?
I’m lost in you,
Distraught with pain and wait for more.