Army Of Empties

Grasping at air, hungry for more  
locked behind eyes, a forever closed door.  
We are the many, gone are the few  
who ever among us sanity knew.  

Every nuance of human spark  
now flickers to fade here in the dark.  
Are we the same robotic selves  
whose voices resound in similar pall.  
 
Whom was I, can't I ever know  
first I was here yet ever slow  
guarding the thing I held to strong  
now it trails behind our throng.  
 
Each step we make a stumble forth  
our inner compass unregisters north.  
Hope gets lost in the spinning quest  
head unloosening with each duress.  
 
Porous becomes the once resolved  
to help the weak now trampled to earth  
as we lay siege to former lives  
hollowing out our senses deprived.  
 
Blown apart to vacant frames  
teetering with our last remains  
all we know still lingers on  
in toxic air rising around.  
 
Unaware of who looks on  
or whether they care in any form  
we, the masses fated to land  
in pits of ashes together as one.  
 
I visage ahead a cloudy haze  
maybe smoke around our last days,  
with every sequence that still repeats  
our steps echo as our will retreats.  
 
Where is the world that we once knew,  
how furthur gone can we those undo  
when, ourselves we now barely know  
assimilated to primal ungodly throes.  
 
When but too soon might we collide  
with each other so blank inside  
sustenance forgotten now a taste  
for nothing in nor out ouselves a waste.  
 
A locked up jaw that seals our minds  
collapsing inward our eyes half blind  
If this is the future I wish for the past  
we precipitate nothing but a war at last.  
 
Fatalities reign as king to demise  
while launguage refrains from terra's abide.  
Yesterday my voice was my guide  
now babbling words undo my pride.  
 
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