Dark impending death by television!!!!

Dark impending death by television!!!!

A Poem by Apparition

 Dark 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
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Apparition
Apparition

five thousand two hundred and eighty away from waves



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I 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..

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A Poem by Apparition