Not night,
But just as dark.

What did he remember?

Bits
And fragments of a feeling.

Like a shattered hologram.

Every single piece
Containing the whole story.

Crumbling ruins
Giving way under his feet.

Scrambled bits
Of mangled data.

Twisted limbs
And burning circuits.

Was he supposed
To feel pain?

This
Almost made him human.

Perhaps
Within this iron skull
There was a soul
After all.

If he had lips,
He would have smiled.