Dead Batteries

There is nothing more apathetic than a machine. 

A voice without breath its steel ringing mimics pain in parasitic pitch

A sound with no home should not be allowed to echo

Insanity weapon built of grime, made careless of human barely people. 

Torture weapon built by power, with metal screams to replace any vibration

Still a shrill threat from within confines my thinking to a point blank 

It eats what it cannot consume.

Lawless outside sacred rhythm, take and take till the world ends the same way it was born

Soundless. Noiseless. 

Nothing in communication. 

silently except 

it’s one static resonance 

in tonal totality

dead in its coffin cacophony