Plug me in.
Give me some juice.
I need the buzz
Vibrating
In the middle
Of my spiralling thoughts.
Plug a couple wires
Into the bottom
Of my skull
And transport me
Into some server room
Where the world matters.
Where it is safe.
Preserved
In the way I once dreamt
Nature would be.
.
Give me up to the cops,
Turn me over
In handcuffs
For being the last idiot
To adopt false peace.
I was just hungry
To taste the world
I dreamt of as a child
Where butterflies soared
And birds chirped.
Where it rained.
Snowed.
Where summer was
Hot and humid,
But enjoyable with its
Rainbows and lightning bugs.
.
Everything is dead.
Dried out
Or washed downstream,
Poured into some
River delta
Where archaeologists
Can dig up remnants
Of our beauty.
But should I live and die
In the arid fields of my dreams,
Leave my bones for them
To discover?
Or should I plug in
And let the system
Disintegrate my will?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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