259 – Last curtain

Not night,
But just as dark.

What did he remember?

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?

Almost made him human.

Within this iron skull
There was a soul
After all.

If he had lips,
He would have smiled.

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