In Data We Exist

Posted on by Beast in Poetry

If our lives aren’t real,

If it’s all just a silly game.

What sick fucking bastard,

Programmed the dying day.

Why would decay be fun?

How we rot whilst still alive.

How we see each other wither,

In front of our eyes.

If our lives are just an entity’s muse,

Only in data we exist.

I’m gonna go viral,

Cos we’re dying and I’m pissed!

Published by Beast

3 thoughts on “In Data We Exist”

  1. We’re not dead yet❤️
    In data we exist….
    Until
    In flesh we tryst
    What is real we will be able to touch, see, and smell❤️
    I love you
    I love your mind
    I love your poetry
    Never stop writing
    Never stop sharing❤️

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