Remove my hands from my throat Let me escape the white inevitable screen Red upon blue wires strangles me Everyone else is already dead The white light ate them Split and obsessed with confirmation Impatient to get recognized Indistinguishable personalities judged by each other Because a heart per day keeps the Reaper away And hungry they wander the masses Brainless and forever starving Dissolving in their own expectations Layer upon layer they change, though, never evolve Eternally forgotten in themselves
Who are they? Everyone alike Who am I? I fear; everyone alike