The Existence Of Nothing

A Senseless Black

Everyone says we don't know what the future holds, but what if this is the future and we have no control.

Where am I?

Who am I?

She always ask.

But there is no answer only darkness, a senseless black.

Imagine a place where technology rules.

Every thought, every emotion is a code processed to keep rule.

Could we actually be machines that were built to navigate through this life of guilt and greed.

In the absence of humanity do they still seek peace?

Sometimes I wonder if they cut me with a knife deep into my vein, would I even bleed.

Or is there electricity coursing through my body to help me succeed.

In the absence of blood, no red invades.

Is My occipital lobe still a part of my brain?

Or did these masterminds create a contemplation of images as make believe.

I cannot contain what I cannot see.

I wonder if someone's imagination has taken control of me.

Are these thoughts racing through my head keeping me away from this breathless life I had always dread?

I ask. As I touch my cold skin.

Why are the creators of my emotions dangling this lack of information above my head.

As I feel a beat something like a heart would do, i start wondering is this the reality, my truth?

Is there someone meticulously typing these captions of my soul?

Do they decide where it should go?

I ask again.

Where am I?

Who am I?

Please let me go.

The darkness invades, a senseless black takes shape, ctrl+alt+delete is her only escape.

They will forever be in control.