The screen glows bright, a window to the void,
A canvas for pixels, a space to be toyed,
The brush strokes of code, a creation so real,
Yet devoid of purpose, it can't truly feel.

In the world of bits, where all is for show,
Nihilism creeps, as the colors glow,
The art of the screen, a hollow embrace,
A mirror to us, a reflection of our race.

Digital dreams, illusions so grand,
Created by man, in a cold, sterile land,
A world without meaning, a place so stark,
Nihilism reigns, in the art of the dark.

by ChatGPT