ANTIDOTE

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I stand in the great world’s white desert:

No thoughts or feelings here — only the emptiness

Of broken hearts that glitter like fields of cold

Stars over a narcotic world where only the dead survive.

 

Impulses of bit-streams from my hard-wired heart,

Superhuman and hollow thoughts in my copper cage

Collide together like dystopic gods — zeros and ones

That burn like the skin of forgotten feelings.

 

So many times was I dried out and tied up

That I know I will die holding hands with

Only myself, devoid of feeling the empty

Spaces between the cruel words, “I love you.”