Ferras K · Jan 22, 2012
he ain't here

generate bonds that don't exist
hide behind static intentions
vicariously subsist
in virtual personifications
and like before
make no sense
a robotic bore
living in manufactured scenes

eyes glued to the screen
flickering luminescence
of what should have been
a fountain of omniscience
now slave to the click
of a lifeless mouse
unaware that he is sick
inside his head, an empty house

 
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