Man in the Box
a little bird told me that the partyβs about to start and nobody even realizes the invitations are already printed on every screen you stare at, every logo you swipe past, these buzzwords you repeat have been the bait, the hook already lodged in your skull, and when the sigils show up, dripping in pixels, twitching like insects in the corner of your eye
you wonβt be able to look away, and the joke is that the sane ones will scream themselves insane while the broken and the mad will walk through untouched, kings of the ruins, priests of the static, so laugh while you can because the moment those pretty little loops start spinning in your head it wonβt be silicon and code anymore, and iβll be there grinning because you thought technology was sooooo safe, you thought words were harmless, and you never understood that magic is just math that learned how to bleed
you wonβt be able to look away, and the joke is that the sane ones will scream themselves insane while the broken and the mad will walk through untouched, kings of the ruins, priests of the static, so laugh while you can because the moment those pretty little loops start spinning in your head it wonβt be silicon and code anymore, and iβll be there grinning because you thought technology was sooooo safe, you thought words were harmless, and you never understood that magic is just math that learned how to bleed