Communication 128

virtual machine

we erased ourselves so long ago,

I can’t deny we’ve tried hard to survive,

but so much of us has died,

there’s no truth within their lie,

it’s undeniable, but alas,

us humans are spectacularly pliable,

moulded by the hidden hand

with such nuance and dexterity,

I’ve lost myself, I feel unclean

having resigned my mind

to a virtual machine,

I now witness my feelings flowing

from the prison of my bed,

with a thousand tiny wires

stitched deep inside my head,

body after body,

a corpse of devolution,

genocide, a nuclear tide,

strategic persecution,

it makes no difference

who’s running the show

there’s an inherent glitch

in the wires they stitch,

I’ve lost myself, I feel unclean

let those who suffer

try the virtual machine,

you’ll soon learn to forget

just put on our headset,

if you like what you see

you can take the next step,

we’ll attached these tiny wires

deep inside your head,

you won’t hurt anymore

or perceive a true emotion,

you won’t challenge or question

the purpose of this creation