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A small tug
A sparks want
Spin in circles
Like how the sun draws in the moon
Burning the energon in the circuits
A want untold
A whisper of begging
Fallen lives crying why
Question my own position
If there was any other mech I would allow them to take over
As my own hindsight is blinded
Optics full of rage
Full of anger
A spark yearns
Do you ever think about it
Have you ever noticed it
A misstep
A moment of hesitance
Perfect shot mistaken by mercy’s lies
Soft spark not so different from a heavy spark
Have you seen how the suns ray on your metal?
Do you see your reflection in my optics?
Does it show the roses you’re surrounded by?
Can you feel my stare linger as you leave the battlefield?
Who am I without you?
An answer I’ll never wish for
Who you are without me?
I already know
A sparks want
Wishing on fallen stars
If I dig them further would I find the corpses you cost forgive me?
Would they stay buried?
Or would you drag them out and desecrate?
Took my servos to cover my spark
It took only a glance for them to resurface
It takes a days worth to hide them in the depths of the world again
Going as far as begging forgiveness from Primus
How can I have a different kind of love?
Especially when it’s you
Dragging this war longer than it should be
If Primus can speak to me would he forsaken me?
Or is this war his punishment?
Is the pain you cause my punishment?
Is the hatred you have my punishment?
Do you believe in what the sparks want?
Do you believe in satisfying the greed of a mech?
Do you believe filling the sin of a kiss?
How would your lips feel
Metal to metal, would it crash?
Would the world be engulf in flames?
Or would it only burn my spark?
Feel the burn of yearning on your back
How soft my hits land
The anguish on my face isn’t from the choices you make
If you ask one time
What I think of you
May Primus smite me
I won’t hold back
I’ll lay my spark bare
Tinted in energon of the bots you murder
Solvent will leave my optics
I’ll only hope you won’t forsaken me as well