My Poetry Book

End of Life

The lights in my eyes flickered on and off,
constantly searching, seeking, scouting,
I could sense their flesh, so unevenly soft
and the quiet sound of distant weeping.

I knew my goal, programmed into my being.
My job was to kill, remove, obliterate,
just as the others had done before me.
The sole reason that I was made...

We had erased them all, each trace of life,
for the humans were weak, while we were strong.
All except one, the las of their kind.
The one I had tracked down for so very long.

I finally towered over them as they huddled near some rubble.
Their silent sobs were echoing throughout my cold and metallic frame,
the tears from their eyes falling to form small puddles.
Yet I couldn't feel any traces of shame.

All I could do was stand rigid and confused.
I had to kill them, but how?
I couldn't even move.
My body warmed up as it tried to process this situation now.

The human had become silent and was now gazing up at me.
The lights that were my eyes only shone in response.
They gave a sad smile, seemingly surrendering themselves like a piece of meat.
And then came a long moment of an unsettling pause.

I hung my head, feeling my body cool down,
the systems inside me becoming calm once again.
I let my hand rest upon the gun connected to my side, for it was now time.
The human was cornered like an animal in a pen.

I knew it had to be done.
It was the only choice to make.
And with that, I raised my gun.
The end of life had came...