Scream of Glass
Five by Five
tracking the movement of my eyes
TAP by commanding TAP
slowly latching on my sould, setting it's claws deeper
Why then do I need it if it sounds like such a nuisance
My mind wanders away but my eyes continue to stare back
The screaming glass commanding my world
My attachment to my surroundings tethered by this one five by five sheet of glass
The screen shatters as it bounces against the cold concrete
and yet rather than the relief of feedom
comes the scream of death
as if my world was gone and my sould battered
I need it
it is my all, yet it has the power to make me succumb to nothingness
IT is my life, and without it I am nothing
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