The outer frayed, frail system
Outpost in distant void
Beyond galactic seasons, glimpses of entities
Auras unknown and forgotten, buried in pieces
“Drowning in the distance of my dreams, a massive , monolithic screen”
Scouring, searching for traces of life but there’s none to be found
Outdated programming back from when beings of flesh were around
“Goliath monitor gazes out onto the land of which it has now put between lives, where it thrives”
“The silence would shatter your ears if you were alive”
Shadows of cyborgs hiding (between the lines it thrives)
Were they really even there (infrared horizon)
Feel them close in as they stare (infrared horizon)
Eyes like piss-holes in the snow (infrared horizon)
Only difference is they glow (infrared horizon)

“Cold eye, his mark on gaze issues”