Gas Mask Lust

The gears stopped turning years ago
 The rats are skeletonized
 Their bones merging with the dust of machinery long since failed
 Shadows are the only moving things left
 Pollution and death permeate the rancid air
 Like the foul and final breaths from a doom infested lung
 Poison laced clouds hover in defiance of oblivion itself
 True sunlight banished beneath the toxic haze
 Dystopian lamentations drone
 In the form of deformed tendrils of radiation
 Gas mask eyes are dead and cracked
 Staring blankly at crushed and rusted mechanization
 This is where the living cease to be
 A gray and dismal monument to futility
 The lust for death has finally been fulfilled
 Manifest destiny in a crash course with the grave
 No innocence, no guilt, no ground unscorched
 Man was born to be erased