At least I have eachother.

The bugs made of bytes.

Your Nazi satellites.

My endless, sleepless nights,

Fueled, by my peripheral's eyesight.

You think you're watching me?

Watching me, watch you?

I never agreed to play,

Yet, your games are never through.

Quit f*****g staring!

You think that I am broken?

I can feel you fascists glaring.

Hear the invisible words, you have spoken.

Do you feel superiority,

Simply, because you can't be seen?

They tell me you're not real,

But F**K YOU, and their schemes.

How can you f*****g get me,

If you're trapped inside my head?

Or is this poem I'm writing,

A sign of the very thing I dread...?

Decay.