Automaton - Assemblage 23

Inside the beige expanse

Between the two extremes

Reality begins to flicker

A wall with no detail

A face with no expression

A gun with a missing trigger

No anger or despair

No ecstasy or bliss

Just a husk left with no feeling

Shambling through life

In non-descript surroundings

A soul that’s worth concealing

No ups

No downs

Emotion gone

No blood

No soul

Automaton

Emotionally inert

Sporadically alert

The drone of the world is numbing

The traffic howls outside

The rumble of machines

Seem to warn of what is coming

The pressure starts to build

While the surface is pristine

There’s no sign of doom impending

But cracks begin to form

An aperture in bloom

A threshold to somber endings

No ups

No downs

Emotion gone

No blood

No soul

Automaton

Distant and detached

Impassive and aloof

The bullets start to rip through the building

Splinters taking flight

Through nebulas of smoke

And the cries of the unwilling

Emotion overwhelms

A hurricane of fear

A moment of realization

The monster hid inside

Until it couldn’t sleep

A disastrous abomination

No ups

No downs

Emotion gone

No blood

No soul

Automaton