New Virtual Worlds
We're no longer artists,
Just content producers.
Our expression was robbed
In the instagram harvest,
Shit was heartless.
Creatives to consumers
With the push of a button.
We turned into viewers,
Added question marks
To our own futures.
Trusting the rumours
Of digital bloomers.
Of those who say
Online is what's next
And claim to be industry movers.
We stepped into spaces
And tried to adapt,
Doing our best
To present our new faces,
Until it all ended.
Filled up with ads.
And made up new facts.
Made us relapse
Made us rethink
About ways in which
When we set out to be,
Art was physical.
We then changed the game,
Start selling NFTs',
Distancing our dreams.
Money turned cryptical,
New virtual worlds,
Forced as intrisical.
Is what we've become.
Another statistic , All
Procrastination devours the soul,
With days spent in hypothetical idling.
Fear licks the milk clean from the bowl,
Leaving little for which worth striving.
Loneliness owns all of us now;
Sometimes leaving yet always returning.
The darkness to which we must bow,
Computing, learning, always discerning.
Emptiness can refill, despite how vast.
When the darkness comes back,
Be sure you've eaten to last.
The burdens of my heart came for me today.
Heavy chains alive like snakes,
Slithering past my defences.
Growing pains and mental breaks,
Engulfing all my senses.
They were stuck outside the door all night, trying to come in.
I heard them scream for my attention,
Using me as leverage.
Disarming suicide prevention,
In silence with the Devil's beverage,
I held ground and listened as they hissed from the other side.
Creatures who devoured the sun,
Coming for my scars.
Memories that made me run,
And put me behind bars.
I could only stay awake so long, fighting off the pressure.
I did what I could but fell and slept
Eventually I had to cave.
That's when they slalomed in and crept,
Binding me like a slave.
Now the black fog has consumed me.
The burning reminds me of therapy.
When I woke up I knew I had lost.
Pills I could be popping as remedy.
But sober fights come at a cost.
A dark angel tried to seduce me with them once.
But I chose to retain my emotions,
See the world for what it truly is:
Dying dreams and faded oceans
And a mind that is cruelly his.
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