Virtual Death
You reckon your brain
Reigns like an ice-god
Atop your mountainous ego.
But she sucked you through a straw
And became addicted
To your sweet, thick texture.
Your heartbeat measured her
For a coffin. But you refuse
To view her corpse,
So she will draw you in.
Between the satins
Your bodies will curl up
In virtual death.
You will die forever, and she will watch.
