CyberPunk Poem

A little cyberpunk poem that got me writing again after years of not being able to conceive a thought thanks to psychotropic drugs and shock treatments

A cool breeze took possession of him

as he sat in front of his machine
Switch on
Jack In
Disks spin
Life goes on
in Cyber Space
Digits, Letters
Faces
Limbs
Colors
Flatline
Disks stop
Switch out
Life ends