Lifeless

Your second self. Within the incoherence, the

dysfunction, hallucinations. fight with the realm of

reality. motionless, you broadcast your thoughts and

ideals. you exist on display. unsatisfied, your

emptiness, your escape, with limited rules and

consequences. your definition of efficiency: the minimal

loss of time, the maximum grant of pleasure. but you

remain dry. your disregard and lost interest in the

simplest and genuine life delights. they loss their

sweetness within your new found life. keep digging in the

bottomless barrel of your illusions, with the certainty

you can be anyone you want. you wear your new identities

as if it was better fitted for you. isn't easier to erase

then face your failures. this short term relief will

leave you with a heavy social void. each moment spent is

taking you further from an end, from me and everyone

else. yet you can't stop? didn't you question yourself

twice before making it your priority, your obsession. yet

you can't stop? with the lapse of time it grew to be the

leading portion of your life. isolated, negligent, you

can't recollect the amount of hours lost. feeding lies to

conceal what you actually do with your time. you barely

sleep, and spend all your waken moments obsessing over

your fiction. with all these hours lost, that you threw

away you could have accomplished great things. what have

you gained ? there is no double life, just one on

decline.