Beep boop
Automatic replies and forced functions
Color stained skin and thick jet black oil drips ever so slowly from the brain
Shot out by a single act
Not with objects but with a mouth
Smoke rises and falls
It seeps from the cracks and perfected imperfections
Only to fly sky high and vaporize
Poof
It's gone
Faster than a quick snap of the fingers
Hunched over like a pained dead tree
Its glassed over fear stricken orbs shine no longer
And the metal figure fingers that once grasped life's bouncy hair pulls and tugs
Jerking the inhuman being attached with
They fall and fall until only the screams of disbelief and unknown remain
The duo stay to greet new comers and ones that have visited a multitude of times
Because they are the comfort
The pillow that softens the kicks of death
For it has always been better off not knowing
