Hours, minutes, seconds, gone away
pieces of themselves
lazily made into fragments of fact
mostly fiction
and they'll speak this language
dealing out whatever they can
as fast as they can
as if the boxes will x out of themselves
and the entire program will crash and burn
rendering them helpless
leaving them without an outlit
and the self satisfaction that comes from defeating it
i was someone to plug in to
its always the way energy surges
from conduction
to cut off wires
that darkens the room i need so desperately alight and awake
through all this im meaningless
cheap, common, corrupt
but thats where things go wrong
thats where you realize that you need
that you live for
that corruption
that outlit
that advantage
im bigger than that now
im beyond unattainable things
and the cold keys
that press feelings where a person's heart should be
so goodbye
ill leave you to overdose on martyr stories
and pathetic accounts of your own stupidity
because a screen is far too cold to live by
and words are always too unreliable to count on.
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