Pixelated
thump
thump
thump
beating through the constructed rigs
of thousands of tiny pixels
a beating heart on man dead yet never alive to begin
thump
thump
the pulse of blood spilling from wounds
that vanish with the next reset
or with the splash of a healing potion
thump thump
they sing a song or a story
and captivate all who watch
both in this world and their own
thump
thump
the music plays for you
but for them they just hear the wind and world
as the great battle begins
and you mash your buttons to win
thump
....thump
the scene plays out for us like a play
but for them it is their lives
and despite all choices and chance
the character will play as
has come to an end
.......thump
.............thump
explain to me why
for something created in fantasy
do I cry and laugh as though
they are as real
as you or me
..........
I guess I'll click restart
and hear your story again
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