Mystified with sleep we
ramble through these times
alive enough to know
about visions & afterlife

(starving and desolate we
remain)
Outlaws of our own cause
destined to destroy every fragment
of humanity

(when the machines took over
I sat staring at the sky and the last
nighttime washed over me without
a trace of sadness)

She gave me a look that could
shatter souls and whispered
that it was for me she survived