In the techno afterlife
You watch ghosts of BPMs wail down the street from a neon tree strung with incandescent wishes
You have no idea what the other side is
In the techno afterlife
You clench your jaw and you lick your lips as you say it's just the same
You have no idea what the other side is
In the techno afterlife
You jump with infinite madness at it all for the next million years but there is no one there
You have no idea what the other side is
In the techno afterlife
Lasers and smoke fill the opioid emptiness with options and opinions and well-lotioned gargoyles
You have no idea what the other side is
The otherside of the techno life is the infinite amount of information running in the techno highway.
There’s just so much yet the unknown peeks our curiosity to know what is out there.
Superb! writing my friend. Love the title. 🙂
Thanks for reading, dood!