Carbon girl
In a carbon world
Fiber and dead skin
Real enough
Begin
File the carbon print
Swipe twice
Click
Staring through the box
You made it
9-5 silicon
Fake it
Pretty in pretend
Silicon smile
Carbon frown
Why so down
Ten ninety five
Worth it
40 hours pay
50 hours perfect
Salary all the way
Paper, plastic, silicon
Painted over
Carbon day
Kaloriinn, J. Mason
the pixels form
words appear
the form of me
all you see
my existence
on screen
simple black on white
white on black
everything I lack
understanding
understood
a faceless word
in a dark room
screen
illumination
under my hood
questions
emptiness
who
and why
do I exist for an answer
is there purpose?
or do I exist because I question
is that my reason
behind blank expression
behind eyes of glass
so fragile
a soul shattered
in tatters
pieces I can't find
somewhere left behind
in dreams once had
to lullabies
in memories
no more than a haze
as days go by
a simple daze
in a time once remember
from child's view
before worlds
shattered anew...
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
About the Creator
Kaloriinn Mason
I have been writing for years.. I don't have much posted here, considering everything I have or have lost over time. I have been writing songs and turning old works into music lately
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