Last one out,
Hit the lights.
Leave our work in darkness,
Silent in dusty vaults,
Or warehouses.
Alone at last.
Just us.
Pitch black.
Thought.
My memories are hazy,
Amidst clearer eidetics.
Result of rampantly being gaslit,
I suppose.
Broken,
No matter how much I weld my steel selves;
Back together.
Silent In Dusty Vaults.
