Estanyte

Loud roar shot through the night sky. As the blood colour the barren land. Seeps through the cracks and hopelessness. They dig their fingers into the skull. Dragging the carcass ever so proudly. Under the blood moon. Thousands more howls mourn the passing. And a thousand more moans and whimpers. The hung their heads up high. And invited their friends to sip cup of wine. Trophy well earned they said. Down the sight, shine the sight. Lock and load and squeeze the trigger. A lead of death flew out with lightning. And softly through the flesh of innocents. Their grin, their smile. They cheered while the land cries. A perfect day to celebrate.

In this digital age. I hide behind the stream of ones and zeroes. Flow from stream to stream. Downwards, ever so quickly. Forgotten reality. As my mind dwells deeper into the abyss. This is my home now, my world. As I fly through from the digitized sky. Down into the forest of data. This is my world, my home. A flick of a finger, and a tap of the nail. A tower sprout like the magic bean stock. Through and through into the world above. I no longer look into the mirror. As I'm blind regardless. From the battle scars. Behind this firewall of mine. There sit a human being. Or half a human being. What it used to be. A hollow shell of its former