I am just another witness of yesterday. A blind one. How could I be so fatuos when signals we’re given? To face the consequence that’s set upon my fate, I must perceive the atmosphere of this fictional space.
A stare against the wall of enhanced reality. Deceived by spectral paradise Discerning stimuli opposed and intertwined Attain responses from motion.
Sustenance increasingly scarce I’m bound to starve Repentance sets in my mind Eroding my drive I’m compelled to return
I face the absurd. My blackened plan is close to an end Condemned to isolation Confined inside my demise I’m running backwards I see my dismal future Adrift.