Technology...Our computer screens shine on our dead bodies, The eyes reflect a deathly glow. Slowly they betray your trust, offering no apologies, They murder a defenceless soul, surely but all so slow.Technology...
The now peaceful ring of a telephone, Or the dangerous call of a murderous beast. No answer, the possibility of rejection in my ears, it will drone - Or on my heart technology will feast.
My dreams confined to the images portrayed on my television, Transfixed – bigger screen, bigger lies. Our minds open, as a rusty blade slices an incision, Their bodies tell us to relax, a
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