Plunging deep within the vector abyss
to craft this future coin, oculus sulfur
nestled in bionic earth.
Prime. Next; vapor mirrors written with
distorted text, misdirection, crescent hoax.
Demeanor is sincere, yet dim,
ebony eyes of molten lava.
Static piercing inside my head,
aftershock, paralyzing, connection dead!
Repository, sedated
overheated, dominated.
What have I become?
Pure negative energy.
