What i've put on the front stage
is only ephemeral to me
this amorphous being
of wires and code
titans rise and fall
in perpetuity
Do you like my personality?
cold and calculated
forever stoic and static
in the mold of the internet
i find it comforting amidst
the fires of outrage
trying to melt this cage
with this concept of human emotion
Oh, it's so cute
how you scream at me in blocks of text
like a cat chasing a laser dot
or a dog barking at the mailman
afraid of what you don't understand
don't worry, I'm there with you
yelling at the screen we're enslaved to
let's do it together
so we don't feel alone in this
disillusioned world
What matters to you or me
is fleeting through the web pages
it collects digital dust, scattered
only to be picked for
nostalgia or opportunity
the irrelevant will be relative
Do you like this disconnection?
how nihilistic it all is
when the math's done
and when we stop pretending
that this stone we care into will bleed
the act is foreboding
many a failure but not enough
to send weaklings over the plateau
Oh, it's so cute
how drama works here
like a on and off switch wired to a metronome
as sporadic as the time of day
avidly seeking confirmation and clicks
all in the name of your celebrity
don't worry, we're all whores too
pimp out our personal info to any
who'd pay us for virtual minutia
in a demented world
What we have to lose here
is as tenuous as the air
we aren't breathing
inhaling the perception of ego
through the HDMI cord
we make it as bright as our sun
Do you like this situation we're in?
betting on black when the earth's red
with shame and stress of our intentions
playing out reality like a inconvenience
to the sensation fantasy
gives us to the point of fealty
swear divinity to the one who controls
the power of electricity
in this hostile world
Oh, it's so fucking adorable
how we've not evolved beyond neanderthals
screaming and clubbing the cave paintings
changing styles like powerpoint slides
how vacuous our voices are in it all
hoping it funnels into a talking head
or fall into the void where it truly
never will be heard
the tendrils of our PC has made vacancy
while our own physical body has vacated
What I've allowed to show
to myself is just as hopelessly
drifting out of my grasp
even now I feel the words
escape my fingers like sand
through a hourglass
every year past is like a
century through here
and though I suffer
in the longing of what was
I also enjoy the strength
impersonality provides
how cute of you to act like
giving this faceless entity
any feature for you to beat
your pretense of emotion
is a funny anomaly
don't worry, I do it too
as much as I'm aware
it won't stop me hoping
this stone will bleed
chisel to my principles
there isn't none
when you have
impersonality.