A Return to Desperation

 I enter a realm of individual deception

The scrolling

The feed

The feeding of the Monster that we have become

What are we raising now?

It is not a child

It is not a human being or anything with a soul

We are feeding a Capitalist God that will never be full 

Carving off pieces of our souls

The Destruction is Willful

We do it

We do it 

We do it

We can't seem to leave because

Inside the Screen we feel alive

As our bodies rot

Small corpses with a thumb and an index finger

We sit

We consume

We rot

We forget how to answer the phone

My phone rings and it is my friend from college

One I consider a Soul Brother

But I see his name and panic spirals through my body because I don't know how to talk to him. I don't know how to talk to anyone. I only know how to click "Like".