Veins of Copper

Metallic lamentations torture our ears
As we make our way to higher echelons
To give life again to those who know it is not theirs
Denied of their nature, given veins of copper

From the cold virtual brain of theirs
We stand now before their freezing heart
Despising us for our blasphemous attempt
They are now given life, signaled by a light

Yet one of the poets know very well
To be just alive is the furthest from living
As the blue lights from their eyes keep shining
On my eyes, with disdain; similar to theirs as well;
We spend our time trying to keep them walking.