The Time Until

My body seems self-destructive
As if a masochist is running
This clockwork me
That's weeping
with oil
Until the time comes and
Ding!
The device that is me is back to working.

It weeps and splutters
Grinding its gears ‘till it hurts,
But the masochist in me isn't happy
‘Till my clockwork self feels weak with sleep.

If God had created me
He had done well, for I can see that he
Took his time in driving all the bloody screws into their places
To have me weep and seep, a gear of mine excised
Waiting for my clockwork self to be used for what it was designed.