Behind the White Coat
The body lies prostrate
On the confessional floor
A weakened avatar
Your closed door
Heartbeat slowed
From afar
Fading finally
Into empty code
Mere tokens
Conquests
Meaningless and broken
Nothing of value
Can be taken
Only the memories of love
Gained and lost
And gained again
Virtual virtue
Virtually gone
And truth now clear
Life
Turned into fear
Death
A final frontier
Hold your breath
It is not so painless
As they wanted us
To believe
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Published on April 08, 2017 08:29