Dark impending death by television!!!!A Poem by ApparitionDark and creepy comes easy I thought of twelve ideas last time I turned on the TV What burns with more decrepit disgusting doom? Than the faces on the flickering box, that’s sitting in my room “Disease run’s rampant, rape’s at an all time high” I try to look away but I am sweetly hypnotized Torture, and houses being blown up by mortars Epidemics, depression, oppression…and more torture Imagine your head in a bag, tilted back, with water seeping through every whole and crack Imagine a man with a bomb in a backpack strapped to his back Walking into a crowded America city, shrouded in morning mist, to the point it almost looks pretty Then with the pull of a lever, the push of a button, Blood gushing, ambulances and armored trucks rushing Imagined getting stabbed in the back by a crazed man addicted to crack Whose minds gone whacked, from prescription pills in fact, so he’s snapped On a murderous rampage ready to attack He’s in your backyard, if that's not hard enough to hear The TV had some more messages to instill me with fear There’s perfectly painful poisons posed in your passion fruit The creeping cancerous toxins in that bottle of apple juice The strict nine in your red vines, Bubonic plague in your bagel with poppies Not to mention the autopsy that could follow every cup of coffee We got swine flu, mixed with bird flu, who knew? And if that’s not scary enough, the vaccine will probably kill you too! Now I’m about fed up with dark and creepy, I want to close my eyes and go to sleep But I’m addicted to the screen, it dwells in my dreams All I hear while I sleep is gunshots and screams Busted water mains blasting steam amidst a cloud of ashes The government’s fascist, they’re raising the taxes I’m loosing my grip, so I grip the controller But it’s stuck in my hand like a molar in a mouth And now the TV is growing a mouth It’s sucking me in from my head to my shin I’ve been assimilated to a dating show Called: “Date my KIin!” (now that's scary!) © 2009 Apparition |
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Added on September 28, 2009 Last Updated on December 6, 2009 AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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