Obsolete

By Flying Star

Disclaimer: We are the knights who say.....NO! In other words I don't own Teen Titans.

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Yes another dark poem, but it's time for a change, not in genre, but in character. Let's have a look at Cyborg in the distant future as his systems, both human and machine, die.

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Am I dead, Am I alive?

What monstrosity am I?

Am I man, am I metal?

Which way can I settle?

I can cut myself and see the blood.

Yet watch in horror as the flood....

Of liquid brings forth oil and grease.

Oh how can I even fleece...

Over such a horrifying sight.

As my aching soul struggles to take flight.

Though I know I have a heart.

Most of me is made of parts.

And these parts now covered in rust.

Now cease to run and crumble to dust.

And as my blood stops flowing.

I watch the sunrise knowing.

Even as I pass away.

I wish there was another way.

Watching my life ebb away.

Though my human spirit wants to stay.

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Cyborg was the last to die. Did he kill himself,or did he die naturally? That is a question that only you can answer, but...maybe there isn't truely an answer. Please if you read, review. As always I like to hear people's thoughts.