Metropolis Ii of Iii

Haunted by its simplistically, All the masses work for nothing, Power drones I watch the meek alone. Bare white the afterglow. Power of blackened glass reaching for the zenith. To touch the face of creation. The masses must toil as I do in this Leviathan. A Silicon made oblivion. Thump and hum, Cold white light in these aged eyes, Once sky blue now blind in my inner mind. Now only the passing stare she dares, I hear the data in the cathode-ray tubes scream, Cold is this light, I watch it fall in oblique patterns. On the pavement of a city ordered in chaos. I feel this thump and hum deep in my soul. The shadow hangs there, I see rays of an abandoned SON… TO BE CONTINUED...