It's just me in a dark room, lit up by the TV screen
controller in hand, a zombie to the memories
memories that were dug up from all those years ago
flashing pixels and 8-bit dreams,
so that I am dreamy, not here anymore
falling into a land where nothing matters

The edges of the screen crept outward,
though I didn't realize it at first,
and soon enough, lulled by the tempting promises,
my life became a world where nothing mattered,
a game in itself that I had to beat

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