Short Circuit

All that was once the body electric has now faded away,
The world cut short of all of its amplitude,
The sounds of typing cease to assist today,
All is lost within the realms.
Humans panicking about their phones,
Desperate to attain a signal,
Burning and destroying their own homes,
In the memory of the battery.
Every day is choking in black,
Mourning the death of the world wide web,
They all know there is no turning back,
To the world that they had created.
Automotives no longer move around,
Nor do the birds made of iron,
Noisy televieions now lack all sound,
As they sit collecting dust.
Entertainment is now deemed dead,
The world grows infinately dull,
And once swirling thoughts within ones head,
Are forgotten in these times.
War has been put to rest,
Due to lack of weapons and power,
But faith is still put to the test,
In this world of non-electric.
The world implodes within itself,
Due to humanities own suicide,
And not due to famine or poor health,
But due to the loss of the world-electric.