Tower of Gelatinous Cancer

Deep into the darkness, peering, finding nothing there. Seeing no one. Only the warm glow of a computer screen. Loving and affectionately, I know what you do, you sit in front of it, you sit in front of it and you stare at the monitor with all of your attention. Typing your words to the people you confess to ‘love’ yet never touch. Never see, only talk to though the static muffles from the phone or the disconnected ramblings of the online chat scene. L.O.L. You find it so funny mister or miss robot, living in your ivory towers, never speaking, never touching, never seeing another living breathing human being as long as you feel comfortable up there upon your decaying throne. Slide in your own shit why don’t you? The meaningless meanderings of the teenage mind… of the human mind are insignificant when left unattended. You sit disconnected, unplugged, from the rest of your brothers and sisters in the world. You hide, deep in the dark corners of the tower in the beautiful castle, where the human race frolics in the courtyard. Fuck this shit you say? Puke from the tower you say? Everything is messed up, you say? Well you are absolutely correct. This world is too fucked up. Way too fucked up. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong. You realise this, I realise this. The whole fucking world realises this. Is it good? Fuck no, of course it isn’t good. But that leaves no excuse for leaving the world, disappearing into the cancerous glow of the computer monitor, typing away all the pain, and all your problems. Leaving everyone to wonder ‘Gee, I wonder where he or she went?’. Well la de fucking da, no one will really give a shit if you willingly cut your cancerous ass away from the giant tumour that society has become. So get your fucking chemo therapy and shut off all your bodily connections to the world outside the tower, don’t you dare let your traitorous bodily fluids such as puke touch our perfect sun kissed skin. Melt away little one, you are no longer human, you’re a mutated freak with cords spouting from all sides. You take electricity, not water, you leave us we leave you. Disconnected? Not quite yet. Your cancerous ass is still ours and we will use you to spread our disease for as long as we can.