Artificial Irrelevance

My internet is out, what am I going to do?
I would rather be a fly buzzing like a funeral in my brain.
My fixation, a false sense of freedom, my black mirrored prison, is through.
An icy solemn feeling like a cold silent rain.
Alone, alone with my mind, unlinked and unliked.
I haunt my own halls, dreary with dread, I mope.
I drink from a half empty cup, hemlock spiked.
I shrink away from my reflection, a lacking dope.
Full of such emptiness, I long for a way.
I pace a cycling path untaken.
I search and I wander, a lost lonely stray.
What cruelty and malevolence to leave me forsaken.
I claw from behind my dried over red eyes.
I long for a fleeting moment of a now that has past.
Hungry to be reassured with truth draped lies.
If only, if only I could make my nothingness last.
My internet is out and now I am blue.
I can't log on, tune in and eavesdrop on what life is about.
I cant find a hope or a dream that is true.
I'm not even sure of what I should doubt.
My internet is out, oh woe is me.
I've chained myself to a shadow of reality cast upon a tiny wall.
I'm not even sure what I am, or if I even exist at all.