Reaching out from this grey, concrete world
My hand entwining with yours
Dirt in my veins, static in my lungs
Spiraling into nothingness

Trapped in your gilded cage; sterilized
Bleached soul in a labyrinthine cocoon
My life as a hologram: purified
Retracing your ghostly memories
Cloaked in muted sunlight and burial shrouds
Mechanical eyes in your hospital room
Whispering amnesia to you

Wandering in this forest of white plastic trees
Beneath a dying sun; glitched oasis
Divine discourse within this fractured hivemind
Coma boy, were you ever truly alive?