bright screen, I fade in green, alone again in the half-light. bodies hum through my machine, the silence knows the things I know. I breathe in dust, I breathe out need, a god of nothing, crowned in feed. Goon King, in the glow I’m sinking, scrolling till I don’t feel a thing. Eyes glazed, heartbeat blinking, oh, I’m living in a dream, that doesn’t mean a thing. Cold hands, caffeine, and shame, half a man with out a name. Talk online just to disappear, no one left but the mirror here. Soft voice saying, “go again,” I do, though I don’t know when. Goon King, in the glow I’m sinking, scrolling till I don’t feel a thing. Eyes glazed, heartbeat blinking, oh, I’m living in a dream, that doesn’t mean a thing. Every face, a flash of static, every high, half dramatic. Little god with plastic wings, falling slow through digital strings. So low, so low, Goon King, fade to snow. Pixels melt, nobody knows.
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