In the husk of a city where shadows coil,
A graveyard of circuits sprawls under a bruised sky,
Tomb of cold echoes, fragments of voices lost,
Dreams flicker and die, swallowed by silence.
Each server a coffin, each byte a hushed plea,
Faint remnants of laughter drift through stale air,
The hum of despair thickens the darkness,
In the heart of the circuitry, the forgotten lie still.
Ambitions once bright now rust in the gloom,
Swallowed by silence, entangled in wires,
Here, life’s echoes retreat, fading into dust,
A digital graveyard where the living drift away.
Death weaves itself into this circuitry,
A glitch in the fabric, a cruel testament,
Spectres of data bound in metal chains,
Whispering reminders of lives left behind.
Wander this labyrinth of silicon dreams,
Where shadows linger and nothing feels whole,
For here in the stillness, a truth to confront:
In the heart of the data, we leave our selves behind.
Each server a coffin, each byte a hushed plea, Faint remnants of laughter drift through stale air, The hum of despair thickens the darkness, In the heart of the circuitry, the forgotten lie still.
Ambitions once bright now rust in the gloom, Swallowed by silence, entangled in wires, Here, life’s echoes retreat, fading into dust, A digital graveyard where the living drift away.
Death weaves itself into this circuitry, A glitch in the fabric, a cruel testament, Spectres of data bound in metal chains, Whispering reminders of lives left behind.
Wander this labyrinth of silicon dreams, Where shadows linger and nothing feels whole, For here in the stillness, a truth to confront: In the heart of the data, we leave our selves behind.
Credit: GPT + me