Virus of Love
A new poem from Marco Di Caprio, Virus of Love
4/17/20261 min read
I was a knight,
lost in the digital night.
You, an eternal princess,
clothed in deceit, dressed in light.
I saw you as a butterfly,
fragile, trembling in the sky.
But the magic was broken,
by a single bite —
your poison slid
into my veins,
a scar that forever remains.
· · ·
Your love was no balm –
a corrupted psalm,
a virus inscribed
on my neurons’ clay,
a secret algorithm
rewriting my way.
A hidden fire in synapse,
convulsions of spark,
my cortex cries,
the amygdala replies.
Reason and instinct,
their harmony extinct,
tear each other apart,
like beasts in the dark.
· · ·
My body a circuit,
a machine in prayer,
pleading for silence,
for stillness laid bare.
· · ·
Yet from the ruins,
of my inner shrine,
your voice returns,
phantom code,
inscribing my soul
with venomous ode:
You will never be rid of me.
I am the spasm of your agony.
Half malware, half miracle — see,
your torment is my victory.
— Marco Di Caprio
