i recently wrote this poem but i dont quite know what to title it. i was sort of leaning to "A Life of Death" but i personally think it sucks and lacks pinash.
Light barely enters his world of pixels and isolation,
where his only companion is his TV screen.
Day and night he communes with it.
To him, it is almost as powerful as a deeply religious experience.
Its influence gently tugs at his conscience,
permeating his every thought,
it consumes him in its gentle caress.
It is in the very air he breathes.
Without even realizing he is in its power
he naively believes he is independent of it.
Insidious in its incursion,
it leeches him until he is nothing
but an empty shell of his former self.
Freed from its grasp,
he has no choice but to embrace the cold, eternal slumber of death.
2007-06-04
15:35:45
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