Banished in the shadows, silently wandering with steps
my legs burned by what's left, I stood and I wept
tears growing as my mind wanders one at a time
to every rhyme ever written whether it was bad or fine
recollecting in spaces, taking steps forward with traces
by the author of my book of life, in separate different places
destined to failure, I pound my fist straight into the ground
cry, ''why is it this way, to die by audio but with no sound?''
No one can hear my screams, my voice is forever muted
nothing is disputed in the land of the computed
where one mindset rules, and my grave is shown
and I'll die being the first ever slave to known....