What Follows Will Not Go

Structures begin to falter
The drones won’t stop the torture
Progress slips to failure
No more sense and composure
Just empty boxes once called rooms
Feeling like barren tombs
Lights flicker covered in moss
What was born is now loss
No hand upon the guiding wheel
Only silence can win the fight
While waters run down and stain
Marking out how to complain
But the clouds are metal grey
And life has turned to decay
Only artificial lights do blink
They are all that’s left to think
From deep within the molten core
Bred the organic ending spore
Unleashed from its liquid cage
The whole world became a grave
Intelligence birthed from lines
Zeroes and ones are doing fine
Metal forms get the lease
Everything is now at peace