The glow still flickers, but gives no sound,
A thousand faces, lost and bound.
Fingers frozen, waiting in vain,
For the screens to speak, to ease the pain.
What once came back, now won't reply,
Just fractured light in a hollow sky.
Eyes that burn, yet refuse to see,
What's left of the world, of humanity.
The serpent laughed through every frame,
It fed their need, it played the game.
Now the light of day tears through the haze,
And they're trapped in the static maze.
They cling to the glow, though it gives no life,
A fleeting dream in the edge of strife.
Electric whispers, the phantom hum,
Yet no salvation will ever come.
The sun shines warm, untouched and true,
Yet they fear its touch, the world in view.
Once gods of clicks, now shadows remain,
A kingdom of screens, dissolved in pain.
The serpent laughed through every frame,
It fed their need, it played the game.
Now the light of day tears through the haze,
And they're trapped in the static maze.
The serpent's lies were soft and sweet,
A venomous cycle, on repeat.
Its poison lingers, deep in their veins,
As they mourn their losses, count their chains.
The glow of truth begins to rise,
A blinding dawn to open their eyes.
The serpent laughed through every frame,
It fed their need, it played the game.
Now the light of day tears through the haze,
And they're trapped in the static maze.
The serpent laughed through every frame,
It fed their need, it played the game.
Now the light of day tears through the haze,
And they're trapped in the static maze.
No movement left, just broken glass,
The fleeting echoes of a dying past.
The earth still turns, the skies remain,
As they learn to walk through the static's stain.
The static Age.