'im in ur base killin ur d00dz
' he said
left of the bobbing crosshair
while the polygon
world slipped by.
here at the end
we danced while the ghost
s of our brothers swam in the ether betwix
I clutched my gun like a lonely child and sought your heart
'joo r a lamer
ish and coquette
I feel my breath catch at the collar of my cotton t,
the tension of the hunt
dancing on my skin, foxfire
I am coming for you.
I am the Tyger Tyger
, burning bright.
you scream when the pixels
you blossom into a fountain of blood
replacing your pseudogruff outer shell with the tender boy beneath.
We all wear masks
Only in death does the truth briefly play on our senses,
deep in our virtual cocoon
!!1' 'rocketwhor!@' you cry, briefly,
as it all comes apart, the world,
s of our bloodlust,
the bodies of the fallen.
The next map loads and the chess board
We're all pawns here, pawns with airs of royality
I exhale slowly and let the mouse button creak back to neutral.
I agree, my angsty young paramour. Love
is a Good game.
JohnnyGoodyear is not a llama