Needless Things: Cybernetic Death Waves

Neon tides of data break, Crashing where the circuits quake, Death rides in on woven light, A ghost in code beneath the night.

Binary bones in metal seas, Whisper static like a dying breeze, Electrons bleed in fractured rows, As the last pulse of the network glows.

Chrome skulls drift on digital foam, Signal ghosts with no true home, Their eyes are screens that flicker red, Broadcasting hymns for the techno-dead.

Wires tangle like ocean weeds, Harvesting our mortal needs, Each wave that breaks on iron shores Uploads the souls the void implores.

Oh, cyber tides that rise and toll, Machined requiems for human soul— When flesh gives way to data’s crave, We drown beneath death’s cyber wave. NNN