The lonely youth, filled with pride and dissent.
Slinking through alleyways hungry and unpronounced;
Golden rags tattered and torn hang from their translucent skin;
Carrying clubs laced with wires and circuits dancing around molested metal, encased in a synthetic unknown.
We're losing it.
We're all slipping away.
And these kings and queens of the void are waiting for their turn.
Hunched upon garbage cans, invincible, blood and chemicals unite to keep the beasts at bay.
Look at what we've done,
to ourselves, and to our children.