Winding down as roots
My spine uncoils beyond me
It spread like disease

Collecting dust and overheating

My veins run through the walls

A channel of my dilution
I'm tracing components
Following Cables

Forgetting how to sleep
Forgetting how to breathe


What began as obsession robbed me of youth
Now a nameless oblivion, but I recall
Digitized artifacts

Recycled thought

With patience I find some rest here

It never takes me long to replay the sounds
That some might call a dream
Lights dance over the sill

There's something else there that I can't reach now

A cyber-psychotic embrace

Waiting for the icons to light up again
Telling digital lies to all my digital friends


Pixilated ghost, simulated life
And all the colors in my eye compressed down to one
The brightness of it all is how it got me

Disguising infections beneath my collections of fibers and cords
And That's where you find me
And That's where you find my shell


In self-inflicting isolation
I've given my time away

How quickly it flies
I've given my life away


An anti-social socialite
Hiding behind personas I design
How I miss you

Overwritten, copied, and multiplied
Soul that I once was


And all I've ever wanted from day one
Was to be loved and not forgotten
Now an exoskeleton

A monument of man defeated by trust in his own hands
When it was never enough
To pick himself up again with manufactured friends

And all the while, his hope pours over the sill

Find these roots and pull them up

My hope lies over the sill...