The message, last post.
Fresh blood from old wounds.
Mislaid in the network space
Dead forum has opened eyes.
The letter-drops slowly drip in empty space.
The old-drops slowly cover by moss and dreams, by purple haze.
Links deleted, bridges burnt and turned to ashes.
Only empty shell instead the flesh.
The planted sprouts no will give new seeds.
Old dead forum bleeds.
. Slowly drifting, bleeding with words.
The user, the reviver writes blood on a message board.
"Thrown, lonely, rejected by the all.
Forgotten by the founders. Life-movie-scroll. The end and fall.
Dead for the world, but living in death.
Rest in the words, deep in the Internet.