Our Common Grave

Perfection never seemed so reachable.
thought pattern
used oh so many times in the past.
Passively waiting to fulfill our role.
Of flesh and steel,
we live in the perfect symbiosis.
Reduced to consuming machines,
we fulfilled the role we were
thought to.

One foot in the grave;
our common grave.
We create superfluous needs
only to sustain arrogance.
Coffin shaped incubators.
Take us one step closer to our doom.
Self inflicted destiny.
Take us one step closer to our doom.