I sit on the ground
staring at the sky
as everything I know
collapses
falling into ruin.
Screams erupt from around me
as all those scenes
from my creepy dreams
turn into reality.
People
made of pixels;
the world fizzing out
running out of battery
If this is the real world
then what are my dreams?
Am I in some sort of coma
to distract me
from the dystopic world
I live in?
The sky itself is dissolving.
It's like someone put a magnet
to the hard drive
of the universe.
Look:
we can still breathe
even though the atmosphere is gone.
There's no stars in the sky;
they're gone too.
I watch
as the universe
fades into wireframe.
The graphics are failing
the very fabric of the world dissapearing.
I watch as slowly
my hands dissolve.
There is no blood;
it is gone before my body can register what is happening.
I look up at the sky,
letting the darkness eat my body.
The last thing I see is a pair of eyes;
electric blue,
staring intensely at the screen.
If the universe was a program,
game over.
