Have you experienced sensory gating?
like the television suffice to make then vanish? Must be nice.
Do you fret about the edges of what frayed your knots and try
to take up ends that justify the means- or if not, just deny?
Facing sets of mirrors, many seven-year stretches shattered;
do you glance, from now... to back then, when it mattered?
Do you work hard to not think, as knowing what your future holds
brings doom in an instant; eyes blink all your passion goes cold.
Sensory deprivation stands as my respite from fear and worry;
I close the world out descending into NOTHING- in a hurry.
Wake me if you need to ask a question or if you know my heart,
for I am all mankind in virtual collective ready, wishing to depart.
We are counting on Apocalypse- which will never be a blaze of glory,
just scattered, sick, starved people who had no chance to tell their story.
Satellites blend all the things they see us do into one being and SEND.
Make the good outweigh the evil and be prepared to rise again.
Images flicker on the screen but I have turned the volume down.
A voice says, "come now" and I smile. It's all in my head, that sound.