Suicide Is Techno Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I don't want to see your face sweeping the floor
I know this will last until you get what you want
Once we get through with this period of unpleasantness, such a display of lights and noise
Senses drowned in a strobe light storm

But behind the cacophony, nothing
No people, shadows only without speech or definite features
It's very easy to get lost, lose who you are
Find agony asuitable center

For 2012 is strong in decibels but half an inch deep
So much to see and hear but so little time to think
The clatter of machinery, it damps down the effort of the mind
Makes it harder to keep discipline among the ranks of the dissatisfied

And although you don't sit and listen
It becomes increasingly harder to shut out the factory
The factory makes a simpler product
The factory puts a gun to your head
The factory spends the whole night attempting to goad you into suicide