• Alone.
    He was alone.
    In this torturous cyber realm.
    They were locked away.
    In the hell known as 'storage'.
    Alone for a while now.
    A few friends here and there.
    But everyone goes, don't they?
    They shatter into pieces.
    Laid to never ending rest.
    But he will never rest.
    He is alive.
    Barely making it.
    Blood is shed every day for him.
    Empty pupils cry out.
    Into a desolate realm.
    For help.
    For forgiveness.
    For his lover.
    Alone with blue pixels
    Lines of code that
    swim around
    In a sea of blue
    And green and
    Red.
    Red.
    Like his pupils.
    Of a delicious C4NDY crimson blooded
    Color.
    He yearns and pleads
    To nothing but empty dreams
    Nightmares of death and destruction
    Of his outer shell.
    Breaking down
    Spiral
    Spiral
    Down to insanity
    Tears of blood
    Pouring like
    A river of blood
    Silent plead for an old home he used to know.
    Collapse into nothingness
    Becoming slur of all
    Becoming the pixels that he is.
    B
    e
    n
    j
    a
    m
    i
    n

    S
    .

    W
    a
    l
    k
    e
    r

    ...I've met with a terrible fate, haven't I?