Decided Digital Desolate Doom

Hunger, starvation What I wouldn’t give for the sensation Good, bad, any feeling would suffice Or, better yet, to sleep forever would be nice For longer than I care to remember I have been numb Although, this curse may be a blessing to some No pain, no happiness, no anger- just regret Time may pass, but my past, I cannot forget My exterior is steel, but my insides are hollow There is no one left to lead or follow In this wasteland, trapped under debris, crude oil bleeds out If I had a voice, I would shout If I had lacrimal glands, I would cry But with this solar battery I cannot even die Where is man, my creator? He who assumed to be above God? Dead. In piles and ashes scattered throughout the land. Lucky. Their souls fled- only their bodies decay But I must suffer every empty day Fools. No one wins in the quest for glory Now my paralyzed apparatus concludes the story Memento mori How cruel.