Air grows stale; mind grows dull
Before the warm, comforting glow
Of the screen. Radiation saturates
My pores, sharp, mind-shattering
pains exude from my consciousness.

Did you even bother?
Paper people, paper world, paper thought,
One dimension.

Did you even care?
The walls close in, the coffin's
Lid slides over, eclipsing the light of day.

Why do I need you?
I have a world of my own,
Resting on my desktop.

Why do I need this life?
I can just create a new one;
One of pixels, of kilobytes, of processors.
I can do that, can't I?

Can't I?