Beneath A Steal Sky

Obfuscated, trapped behind a wall of sleep,
Servitor, decayed, part machinery and flesh,

Shadow life, dedicated, dead, decayed.

Bitterness reserved, pooled up rage, levée breaks,
Self-destruct, mind and soul burned out, nothing left.

Are you content? Would you ever help yourself?

Die, live to die, life on a shelf,
live your life beneath a steel sky.

Just another numbered, faceless corpse,
do you even know it yourself?