Holodeckitis

My addiction chains me to these hollow walls
Where bards are intangible photonic souls
Projected to deceive my corrupted senses
Into believing everything I'm feeling is real
I keep returning in hopes I will be learning
My imagination has not painted me shades of the fool
Now all I hear are whispers of fear I'll always be here... alone
The images appear so transparently clear
Yet I can't see through the veil of your lies
So why am I the one radiating hypocrisy?
For I have nothing to hide in my empty decaying heart
Are you solid enough to see what you have done to me?
Making it impossible to walk away in the pain of withdrawal
Nothing hurts more than knowing nothing is real that I feel
So please medicate me with your love poetry
Then I won't have to deal with the cold reality
That all we have said was just lines in my head
Here deep underground in my forgotten grave
Where life fades into gray shades no one ever will see
No one will visit or care that I once wrote you love poetry