The real word is fading, destroying things most precious,

denying those who deserve as you're pulled from the other side!

(We're living in an era where capturing moments is more important than actually living them)

The need they feel is real.

Conversation falters, dries up, withers, and unflows.

When we're together, we're alone!

Many hours wastedtell me truths or lies just stay with me!

Your self-obsessed slave!

It's killing me! This droning, compulsive, existence! The anxiety! Too enamored to look away! The trading in words for a sequence of letters, a Rosetta Stone I needed to decipher. My own personal fall. My serpent.

Our minds submit to the illuminated, until we've been drained of humanity.

The hypnotic blue light traps us all.

Conditioned to every sound, every light! The copious options make for impossible eyes!

And I'm scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling