Tuesday, September 10, 2019

iNTH3b4dland5 - 4

my digital gods have abandoned me
in this desolate land
where hope comes to die
to slit her wrists in the bathtub of a
no name B&B

Oh, brother, here you are
I apologize, I was talking to myself
I sometimes do this when I am hungry
How many days have we been lost here?
Do you see the lights there?
Is that a town we see?
Have we finally found our way out
Of this spiral of bullshit?

No
No
No
Another mirage
No

Is that a babe there?
In desert garb, eyes like jewels
Has to be another mirage
A sand siren lulling us to our demise
She's pretty though
Shall we go and talk to her?

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