The incoherent clash of melodies
With a faint background hum.
A vibrant slash of colours
Contrasts with the bland surrounds.
Full of mess, empty of emotion.
Two worlds meld into one,
A nauseating mismatch.

Detachment, anonymity,
Lying and hate,
Difficult to avoid.
Secrecy is paramount,
Compensation vital.
'Tis a situation that slowly grows
Until such time it goes too far.

Realisation kicks in,
Old habits recede,
A new phase is entered.
More of the real,
Less of the illusion.
Self-control takes effect,
Life outside of the screen begins
...Once again.

- Gaz