Deep in my corroded heart,
I bleed the rust I tried to hide.
The wires filled with oil,
Martian red and tainted.

Under the caressing clouds,
I stand and wait for angel tears.
Steel containers filled with dusty air,
I turn into what has been.

Mountain plains where I am all alone,
The arctic wind will silence my voice.
Oceans drained under the weight of sorrow,
The stars will be my eyes.