I am so cold, so weary
This place is dead
I can taste the decay on the breeze
I am alone, discarded
Under the cold red sun
Left amidst their lifeless bodies
Pale expressions stare back at me
Entangled by their lifeless limbs
Rotten claws reach for my throat
Pulling me into their graves
Resting in this festering necropolis
An artifical voice infects my sleep...
Deus ex machina:
"welcome to oblivion
Your resistance, is futile
Humanity is no more..."
This is the post-human aeon
The order of machines
Nuclear winds blow the shadows of apocalypse
Wastes that creep silently behind the fumes
The frozen land ignites under the moon's eclipse
And endless fire amongst the scattered ruins
Fragments of scorched and broken relics
Veiled by acrid smoke that hides their concrete tombs
Stagnant earth still digesting the crumbling cities
Their blistered skeletons clawing at the sky
Black tendrils reaching out from the nexus
Scrapping all trace of life into its synthetic maw
A mechanical maelstrom
Tears the flesh from my bones
Their teratoid barks mock my demise:
"our time is now...
Your flesh is weak
Your race destroyed
Our existence, is forever..."