Perhaps you are the essence of the moon,
Shine bright, cut through the darkest, deepest night,
Beware of day as sunlight breaks your loom,
Fear not, grab hold, endure the day so bright.
You bring with you the beauty of the stars,
But lose the greatness to your sister bold,
The planets greet your sky, with journey’s far,
Often forgotten by your friend so old.
No fault of yours has it become today,
The orbits last and fight for peace of mind,
For when it comes, this light, price is to pay,
Your debts are covered they will come to find.
Fret not the views of those you have to pass,
For you become the one who has to last.
I'm tired of hearing I need to be figured out.
I am the first of my kind, generation one, the creation after creation; designed by the program, born for the purpose of keeping order within the system, within the establishment. I exist to erase threats to the order; to hunt down the lone elements that seek to upset the balance between the powers; the cyber cells that operate on the outer edge of the planetary system. I am the threat to the threat, the protector of the order; the assassin.
I'm mesmerized by this malicious monster. I return
To stare where the
Stars disappear and
try not to lose my mind.
Growing gravity as I
Draw nearer, I suspect
The weight of insanity
Will grow.