Computer Disease

I am sick and tired of my cyber charisma
My pointless and detrimental Internet Magnetism
Where is the flesh I was promised?
My once in a lifetime love
The one person made just for me?
The soulmate that exists for everyone
I refuse to believe they exist
I am fed up with my online beauty
My pitying cybernetic good looks
There is no one for me
I exist to be walked on
At least I always have my keyboard crush, My mouse penis,My monitor vagina
My monitor of Love
My personal mirror mirror on the wall
Love does not exist
It is a figment in the eyes of beatniks and emo kids
I am tired of my pc pizzazz
My messenger melody of self love
I can always see love on screen
small window in a giant hole
I am sick of my cyber charisma
My pointless Internet magnetism
Where is the flesh I was promised?

By ChaliceBlood

I have existed in a mire that was self made. I have found a possible cure for my melancholia.