The screen, Awakens,
Holster your MIND

Realities TV

Drips from dawns syringe..
Ready to hurl its daily dose...
This digital fix,
Ready to be every dreamers dream
This faceless abattoir of emotions
This mills and boons reality
Dragged from some pit of despair
Naked,  truth and lies merge...
That all telling clarity
Fading from view
As you leave sanity
For the moral hinterlands of BEING
One last time you twist, only to turn
No more pleading
No more begging
That digital fix...pierces the brain


Lost...to all REASON

Gypsy