{poem} Testament To My Mirror-Self

[cyberpunk_pygmalion]

A poem about NDRV3. From the pre-games POV to their in-game selves.

[CW/TW: heavy themes of suicidality, self loathing & dystopia]

this is the night when you will be born

not under soft moonlight or warm sunshine

no breath or blood comes from the world who wants people

and neither your body or mind is your to claim

you will come alive in neon and headlights

by the power of carbon and mercury

you will be an idol of the masses

to my replacement is given, nothing because i'm

a gutted infringement of what could've been a person

nothing and no one, but a

useless consumer

parasitic

to everyone and anything

to my replacement, i ask you this

become something worthy of life

an illusion lovelier then reality

better then i ever could've been

you can not refuse me, and never could

just like how i could never escape or hide

things are better off this way

be happy, be grateful, but most of all

become someone

this world will be better with you in it

this is the night when i will die

and you will become the real version of me

whomever i was before now

will and has never matterd

let my memory be forgotten and replaced

don't respect or mourn who i was

let me rest

forever