Oh my, I'm dragging bodies
over the welcome mat and I
sit them up on the couch so that
they may feel at home
Oh jeez, these displaced pixels
and rhythmic reception soon
let loose a solemn deluge
of flickering blue light onto
Oh dear, dead faces in the glow
of some early-morning show
currently being reflected back by
their glazed and vacant eyes
that I just can't seem
to stop staring into.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
Oh my, I'm dragging bodies
over the welcome mat and I
sit them up on the couch so that
they may feel at home
Oh jeez, these displaced pixels
and rhythmic reception soon
let loose a solemn deluge
of flickering blue light onto
Oh dear, dead faces in the glow
of some early-morning show
currently being reflected back by
their glazed and vacant eyes
that I just can't seem
to stop staring into.
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