A Failure of the Sort...

I smash down upon these buttons in random-esque patterns
Hour upon hour my fingers become weaker
Withering away in front of a box blinking blue
Random numbers appear in front of me
Dancing
Dancing in a form of a code.
They blink again but there are only two numbers
And the numbers begin to form letters
Letters become prefixes
And suffixes and soon the become words
Simple words
These simple words become complex words with multiple definitions
These complex words become sentences
And soon a paragraph

But sadly each word dies in my mouth as I try to say it
Dry as sand
They taste horrible
Do I know what I am saying
Or does what I am saying just don’t know what?
The words burn my eyes as they turn to dust and bleed out of my socket
My skin falls suit and drifts away like something I can only dream of
Teeth are revealed
Muscles pulsate
My head vibrates back and forth
Clocks spin up and down
What is happening?  

Why must it happen?
Are these words that I read what I truly want to say?
Do they corrupt?
Do they inspire?
Do they add fuel to the fire?
Or are they just code like they simply must be
For I cannot see what else they could be

My world turns inside out
And a gut wrenching pain engulfs my body
The blue turns a bright white
I hold my hands out to stop the light
Too bright
And then it erupts
The noise is so loud
That I never hear it
My ears just bleed because of the intense ringing inside my head

I awake and notice that what I was reading is now gone
Expunged from the blue blinking box sitting upon a desk at which is sit at
A failure of a sort and simply nothing more