Some Amorphist

The world of fake squeak lies barren ahead. See!

Waiting for the crackling fire, burning down offices and factories in me.

Levels monotonous, automobile horns blaring and relentless enemies end //me.

-lessly towards silent life-expire of me.

Dehumanised souls stroll around. Six feet stomping on me, family.

The only one to acquire-enquire. Oh! Why me?

A verminous bug , the final boss myself, I find

I have stepped out of the gyre as me.

A game, from birth to death, now still and free

To step out the mire-y life. Look around and you too shall see me.