digitally yours,

saturated in digital chains we feed into everything around us,
and i call out for something to stop by and save us,
but no one can hear me in here.
trapped in cyberspace this fast-paced world swims circles around our heads. our heavy hearts are nothing but binary cuffs.
slapped upon our wrists and ankles, we're held here to this fate.
call on me, i will be here in this false and fucked prison.
fretting all day and searching for answers, there is nothing here to save us.
these global chains of buy, sell, trade, fall across the great divide.
in the corners of this cyberspace, fake tits, spread legs, and god knows what else overtake everything i have ever known.
it is a vaccum, where there is nothing, yet i always find something.
sometimes i see the news, sometimes i see the blues, sometimes i hear the pain and it makes me wonder.
are screams and pleas and all of these things silent when held in these chains? my eyes are red and dry and scratchy and numb, so i put my wool sweater on. i pull my sleeves halfway over my hands and hide my whole head, save my eyes. i cry for chains, i wait for change.
in this world, saturated in digital chains and digital pain,
i wonder if anything can save me if i digitally complain.

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does any of it make sense...does it make a bit of sense?
my lips are split and they are bleeding. my mind is hollow, blank, and bent.