here we are. and the glow of the sunset fading.
the mockingbird rattatting its arsenal of sound.
fans humming. their silicon lungs. the computers'.
yawns and keyboards tapping. laughter alone in the dark.
the monitor shines like the moon.
here we are. and the glow of the sunset fading.
the mockingbird rattatting its arsenal of sound.
fans humming. their silicon lungs. the computers'.
yawns and keyboards tapping. laughter alone in the dark.
the monitor shines like the moon.