Neuronchaser. The Glitch Protocol

...sterile glow...
...gods of flint... silicon and lies...
...zeros, zeros, zeros...
cold concrete ash... simulacra...
...a wad of dates...

A world, decrepit.
Death is creeping, crawling near.
Tired soul at an unclosed door.
Memory, a beast, to every threshold crawls.
Smoke...
Yeahhh...
Ok...

Speed-dating flashes, proxy, counterfeit light,
Bloody threads in the neon night.
The altar's cold, the meaning's gone...
A silent script, a downloaded dawn...

Glitch.
Catches at night.
Face to face in sterile glow.
A pale ghost of rebirth, waiting in the code.
An Orphan...
Again.

New frame...
Spirit, same pain.
Drinking bitter tears like wine.
Over flickering shadows of a dead design.
Loss.
Lost loop...
Empty blood...

Avatars.
Packs of hollow dates.
Traffic's bloody, pulsing veins...
Sparks of ads on the retina's screen.
Prayers to gods of flint and lies.
Simulacra...
.
An Abyss...
The Beast...
No floor in the dive...
Souls are zeros in the server's hive.
Cold ash on a digital altar stone.
Alien...

Pills and crutches... prescribed, not healed.
A black feather on wet pavement — a signature sealed.
Neon bleeds through the curtain crack.
I'll be back...
Same Orphan Spirit in a fresh flesh pack.

The Glitch...
Catches at night...
Face to face in sterile glow...
A pale ghost of rebirth, waiting in this code.
The Orphan...
Again...

New frame...
Spirit, same pain...
Drinking bitter tears like wine...
Over flickering shadows of a dead design.
Loss.
The Lost time's loops...

...sterile womb...
...a wad of... of dates...
speed-dating encounters...
bloody threads...
...advertising flashes...
counterfeit proxy meanings...
...zeros... ash... glitch...
...connection terminated...
...server's hive...
...The Glitch Protocol...