The Fields of Irony.

Hungry.
They sit with an eager smile.
I beckoned it to come back.
It didn't listen.

Worthless.
They contemplate every decision.
I wanted to see it on my own.
It didn't beleive me.

Scarred.
They watch our agony.
I scream, and scream.
It covers my mouth.

Worshipped.
They will sit on an empire.
I finally give in to it.
Its laugh is furious.

Aghast.
They have taken control of everything.
My mind, a dark empty whole.
"It was all for nothing."

Inanimate.
They are all around us.
I watch as the walls around me fall.
It is the almighty, the omega.


Alliteration.
They will return, starving for more.
I want to be prepared, but I am weak.
It will never stop.