He sits behind his scarlet screen,
drifting from the friends
of his own reality.
He sits behind his scarlet screen,
reaping likes,
like an antidote
to the loss of attention,
from his former normality.
He sits behind his scarlet screen,
prepared for war
within a blue virtual
world of brutality.
He sits behind his scarlet screen,
finding love
in the pixels of this
synthesized neutrality.
He sits behind his scarlet screen,
no longer looking at the server of life,
frozen beyond his window screen
Lost.
behind his scarlet screen
-Sx
