Her Stainless Steel Palace

Tall reflective buildings tower over each other,
Like an eroding honeycomb,
Compacted tightly, with plentiful life.
This world where advancements are no longer a matter of moments,
Life is re-created and re-concealed as order is dejected.
Hums of machines whirring over rotting flesh,
Heartbeats slowed to a rhythm.

We’ve all lost our humanity,
The queen looks over at me.
She is enthralled at my opinion,
As she should be, being brought up on the gold in our souls.
She looks over at me and a tear drop steadily falls,
From the cheeks of a goddess,
She said she holds too many eyes
They stare into her greed.
I can't help but shed a tear as well.

To love, under guilt.
Is a moment of hell on earth.
Beauty comes in any form,
This sad queen and her stainless steel palace,
is my awe and inspiration.
Yet to exist, But in my heart she commands to.
She is hope.