101101110110001
Gazing at a silver screen,
I wonder not what am I waiting for?
Streaming?
Wait, wait,
Loading binary instruction
Drowned in surrounding
CPU resolution
Absorbed by this unique light of data drone
In this machinery's lore,
I'm constantly seeking some pixel-rendered answers
Powerful imagery and sweet numbers
A.I.
Yeah man, you really are the master
Masturbate,
On off this pitiful creation of yours
That's right outside
You ain't shit you porno-induced zombie
Shut my conscience
And delete it for good
It never helped me anyway
It's a critical error
What is it?
Discreet animalism and I'm distracted
From this not so obvious purpose
That I'm trying to reach in vain
Disturbed, yet it's just a coffee
Spot, lyin' on the table
One of many, and maybe the only fragment
Of reality I had in weeks.
I can't tell,
Haven't count I remember now
This substance must be injected by oral means
Writer/s: Ion Dissonance
