May be a little “durr hburr technology is bad fire is scary and thomas edison was a witch” but I’m just in a Mood lately and this poem I wrote last year speaks to it.
It already has you
Animal eyes, facing forward, prey nonetheless
Your world is just rectangles of light
Surface scratched, bruised black and blue
Can’t let it die like this
It already has you
You tried, you fought, resentment grew
But there is no end to this
Your world is just rectangles of light
Gasping glow, love still untrue
Torn from death’s frostbitten grip
It already has you
Pain burns, spine breaking through
Neck crackling, matchstick essence
Your world is just rectangles of light
Cannot escape, utterly consumed
All that’s worst of dark and bright
It already has you
Your world is just rectangles of light
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