• Part 3 (Dreaming Robotman)

    Here comes the Electro Reaper..

    Metal termites eat out the back of my head,
    Mechanical indifference to my thoughts now lead.
    The technological disease fills me up to the eyes,
    Circuits spill over my lips and the ghost now dies.
    I cannot move now sunken down to the floor,
    A chest heaves somewhere with a new power core.
    Spitfire magic and my legs reload,
    The screen stops freezing and my arms explode.
    A cackle from nowhere in unconscious dreams,
    Split my plastic sides to the ripple of my seams.
    “Disdain from coming forth another step dear sir!”
    “Hath no indifference? Says I, The Electro Reaper?”
    “No I’d prefer to die a nobleman’s death,
    “Well finish this sentence and that’s a last fresh breath.”
    Steel scythe in bony hand, his eyes telescopes,
    Reality gives new meaning to lost dreams and aged hopes.
    Give up screamed the sky, shattering with a cry,
    The program gave up, waving one more goodbye.
    The PC component of the reaper cried and wept,
    The dying man smirked, and the reaper then left.