Blinding lights.
Lost in focus of nothingness,
a timeless venture into synthetic energy,
a positive return of time wasted,
I'm glad we're okay with being complacent.Thank you for your time,
carry on being numb;
and thoughtless..SIKE,
you're a hostage,
the song goes on,
play that music back.Colour in your eyes but a lost signal in reality,
connected to someone else's profit,
consume; consume,
you're precious ad-revenue.
Your purpose.You're a hostage,
the song goes on,
play that music back.The cycle continues,
hopeful in this emptiness,
feeding emptiness,
the insulting waste you live.The song goes on,
play that music back.Wake up and there's nothing new to do,
the same old you,
a different number,
but the same dopamine hunger.Play that music back,
until your last breath.
YOU ARE READING
Terrified
PoetryThought I'd start another. I'll keep the short and sweet pieces here.