Dying To Stay Alive

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.