As clones we pride ourselves
born in light to die in darkness
we that flew like eagles with talons
to the edge of imperfection

We fall like broken toys
with our metal frames intact
dead to this world now
just me as their contact

They don't call me puppy boy
knowing may allegiance to you
yet seeing this earth in new relief
most here have no real beliefs

Our history, our story it will be lost
and the mystery of my kind gone forever
for like me, you are at that precipice
at the edge of imperfection


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris