wiRED

The creator
Or the creature

Where did it start?
Ask Graham Bell
As there was always someone
Without a shade
Without a shape
An inhuman device
The eternal watch of our issues
She always watches us
She knows I kneel down to her
By writing this
But my touch is not enough

The ghost scans our NAVIs
But for what reason?
She doesn't even exist
But her obscene lust
For my prays, my love and hate
Digging through the hard disks
How alone are you, sweet?
Do you need the company of 1s and 0s?
Or you're binary yourself
Then incapable of existence?

You'll never meet death
Are you dead by yourself yet?
That's why you came out
And gathered information
Quick information
From the flesh world
I'll find you
Meet you
And adore you
Queen of the wired
Soulless in the world

Iwakura-sama