Light is coming to my eyes...
Silence now shattered by
sounds all around me.
My body aches, as I start to
rise.
Trapped in a virtual reality.

A graphics user interface of
someone else's formulation.
It never really was MySpace, but
just another form of manipulation.

An electronic extension of the
need to understand our world.
Ended up being a mental detention,
Cerebral tension as thoughts spin and twirl.

The bombardment of data that only
encases and smothers the obvious truth.
The retardment of genetic matter
that will trans mutate our youth.

Input coded viral depletion of each and
every standard that was ethically sound.
Enter a mode of mass deletion, and no
ones information will ever be found.

A highjacked mental interface with
artificial intelligence leading the way.
A godsmack on the human race...
A new age slavery in 4K.

My Pip-Boy leads the way.
This post apocalyptic game I play.
Avoiding the areas of high radiation.
The massive destruction from
bomb detonation.

This life is like a video game...
We're all trying to survive.
Some will lose what others gain...
Dying to stay alive.

Right before my eyes...
The violently tattered remains
of bodies all around me.
Right where my teammates body
lies a disk with a code that would
set us all free.

Psychopathic seducers of losers
who chase constant stimulation.
Facebook is a waste of space in
this world of digital ejaculation.

An ironic loss of comprehension
toward our intricate genetic code.
Has corrupted everything I just
mentioned,
It seems man's inventions are a
dead end road.

Their armament aimed at a created
enemy to further their evil abuse.
The department of shame is the
name I've chosen for this government
sponsored ruse.

I finished the download. File transfer
completion. Trying to rest while no
enemies are around.
I've got to stop this metaverses'
creation.
It's time for this augmented machine
to go down.

This digital crack people chase...
Leading to social disarray.
The ultimate attack on the human
race is this game they have forced
us to play.

Can't tell the night from the day.
Have to predict when the raiders
stray.
Exploiting the boundaries of this
limited application.
Destroying the possibility of a
Borg like assimilation.

This life is like a video game...
But we only get one life.
Why do we choose to kill and
maime, then complain about the
pain and strife.
Personally, I think this is insane,
there's nothing to gain, and
yet we thrive.
Better find shelter from the acid rain...
Dying to stay alive.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
December 17th. 2022 ©
© Michael W. Taylor