Dead Replies

I scroll through a grave of thumbs Same grin, same phrase, same dumb sums Great post! from a hundred shells No breath behind the keyboard spells Dead-eyed accounts in a perfect row Same bio blank, same fake-ass glow I read a thread and taste machine Every joke pre-chewed, every scream unseen My screen fills up with rented names A thousand masks, a thousand games I type one line, it hits the void No pulse in the room, just noise deployed And the page keeps feeding Keeps feeding me less I can hear the vacuum In every "yes" I am screaming into nothing While the dead feed keep on running No real hands, no real blood Just a flood of made-up love I’m the only one breathing In this chatroom of ghosts I’m the only one breathing When the whole damn world turns to smoke That post? No human wrote that line Just a farm of code in a borrowed mind The caption smiles with a perfect face But nobody lived in that empty space Comments pile up like paper masks Same cheap praise in identical tasks Agree facts lol so true All of it dressed in synthetic glue My timeline’s a hallway with no doors Just copied mouths on the polished floors I pace the feed like a cage at night And every reply feels programmed right And the page keeps feeding Keeps feeding me less I can hear the vacuum In every "yes" I am screaming into nothing While the dead feed keep on running No real hands, no real blood Just a flood of made-up love I’m the only one breathing In this chatroom of ghosts I’m the only one breathing When the whole damn world turns to smoke Who made this room? Who left me here? A million voices And none of them clear I stare through the feed At a face I can’t know Every name is a machine Every laugh is a code I am screaming into nothing While the dead feed keep on running No real hands, no real blood Just a flood of made-up love I’m the only one breathing In this chatroom of ghosts I’m the only one breathing And it hurts to be the last one