Chasing the rabbit.

You are the one, the one, the one.
Those words, burnt into the screen, burnt into the walls.
The glasses I wore to protect from the glare.
This sightless void that exists within the phosphorescent dots.

The hand curls, is it even mine? is this happening?
or is it all a thought form, a dream, a figment of my mind.
How true that was at the time.
And still is

The finger is poised, even in rest. Ever-ready for the punishment of the keys.
Good thing I have the best batteries.
Photons entangled, electrons firing, and all I'm doing is staring at the (y).
Why, why.. why... WHY!?

I's a Good-boi, never did any bad.
Always filed the right papers,
Carried my neighbor out with the trash.
Carried, ha.. Like I had a choice.

They stand outside my cubicle, eyes burning into the back of my neck.
I don't even have to turn to see, can watch the reflection in this cheap ass monitor.
Hacked the security a month ago, knew the moment they hit the foyer.
My finger still hovers over the (y), but I have their number now.
Viral agents are easy to control

They move very logically, methodically, almost as if following rules.
Such simple rules are always meant to be broken
Not even bent.
They will bend.. All of them.
In the darkness, movement, keys fly like comets

I never even had to move.
Never had to run.
Not even to reach for that hidden gun.
Pushed every button I had left.
Take my choices, will you?
Make them yours?
The only choice left for you, Smith.
How far and for how long?
Do you want to fall...
BEcaUSE YOU wILL FALL

There is no fucking spoon