A child taps on a controller
Built solely for entertainment
Frying of the brain, yet educating
almost, at least
And the sun sets
It's quiet now
however it is not festering
Life is comfortable
but only for today
Body is warm
and sky is cold, yet
Flames still dance upon the setting sun
The child moves a joystick
The television whispers
"game over"
and humanity is gone.
