In my situation as a Targeted Individual of a Condemnation website, the V2K might be a little different. I wrote this poem based on my situation.
A Day of Reckoning
It was a day of reckoning
or so it was said,
It came from around me
and into my head.
Down from their website
comes sound and voice,
It intrudes my surroundings,
no rights of a choice.
It’s called Voice-to-skull,
simply put V2K,
Hours of torture
debilitates me that way.
I lay in my bed all tense
and I shake,
I don’t know how much
more of this I can take.
The game that is played
on a computer screen,
My body is scanned,
On the website it’s seen.
They see what I see,
They know every thought,
Hidden in a cyberspace
not a force to be caught.
A microchip in my back,
Is there one in my head?
The ways it connect
to replay what was said.
My mind in the battle,
the frequency that they use,
A game meant to destroy,
torture and abuse.
© Shelley W. Williams -2020