Life is like a video game, doing everything to pass the stage, all the while keep collecting coins.
From downloading the latest version, to playing the retro stage, it's all one great aversion to what life really means. If you look beyond the graphics, the data, the code, you find something more graphic and violent in tow.
If you pull back the curtains in the middle of the cut scene , you'd find something unsettling behind the glare of the screen;
The big picture, the one they've been hiding from you, cleverly disguising their monotone voices with auto-tune. Catching your attention with prizes from side-quests hoping you'll never notice if they slip you another unfair test. They put the money in front of you, the coins, the treasure the gems in hopes you'll go gather them and pay no attention to them.
And it works, they're hiding behind candy coated lies. Handing out another fake gamer guide, knowing you'll be tempted to look inside and then you'll devour their lies to distract you from the real prize.
You're all so focus on the first few levels, the cheats and easter eggs that you'll never have enough time to beat the actual freakin' game. If you took off your jaded headset, and opened your bloodshot eyes you'd be able to see right through their character's design!
The pixels are crumbling, the code is being scattered. To be rewritten by the honesty of a hacker.
The code has been established... The new command is clear: If you want to beat the game,
↑ ↓ ← → (A) + SELECT + START
{GAME=OVER}
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
