Drone Apocalypse

Relentless, ruthless, lifeless eyes

They hunt their prey - all life that remained

Cold precision of glass and light

Devoid of fear, regret and sympathy

Is it worth it to survive the apocalypse?

I'd rather join the pile of the corpses

Desperate struggle over what's left

With ever weakening force

Distrust

Growing

Feeble

Faith

Senseless

Unkind

Lifeless

Eye-like lens