Virtua Bleed

Your wounds are yawning

To gloom preceptless emptiness

Of my imaginary unreal cyberspace

Torsos of dehumanized

Personal matrixes

Eagerly I collect, hunt and erase

I am the shadow of your digital "me"

Reversed image of your virtual core

My consciousness fills every byte

Of your binary soma

And disintegrates you

In that cyber gore

I am a tormentor and ketch

Of your digitalized souls

Virtua bleed...

Your valueless binary blood

Shall flow

I am your God...

There's no mercy and regrets

For your miserable "me"

Virtua bleed...

I am an inexorable messenger

Of your pain and passing

Thirsty for your blood...

I shall never stop until you breathe

You are my hunting game

Therefore you will virtually bleed.