Useless cube upon my wall Bringing strangers into my home
Pretending, exagerating, diverting my mind.
Never-ending vanity--
transforming young and old.
You don't stop going, unless upon request
Only asked by some.
An escape for few and trap for all
Going back and forth in time.
I once had thoughts, opinions, and laughed to myself.
They've been sucked into a void
Swished around its rotting teeth, spewed back. They lie piled on the floor.
Our heads collide
Turning all brains to one.
I've flipped the switch--
Going...
Going...
Gone.
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