Artificial

A walk through a hollow road;
Within the dormant city;
Written in code - a humble abode.
What a pity.

The sound of engines - nitrous oxide,
Hell on wheels; in colourful deco.
Box in animation, put aside.
Growls in echo.

The insides of the machine,
Providing combustions in pattern.
Violent parts - all on the same team
A dancing lantern.

Power of the mind,
Used to forever bind,
Beings of a unique kind;
However humanly blind.