Life clicked past

Twenty to five, another Tuesday morning.
And I've already watched too many life's pass
On a common death-based web page.
Sipping coffee as a woman gasps,
I blow steam from the cups rim,
And her chest deflates steadily.
Foreign tongues all scream murder.
Growing harder at the sight of asphyxiation.
In a world of electric, death should be broadcast.
Texas farmer massacre and Iraqi chainsaw beheading's
Living things turned to corpses and flicked past,
Another skit clip of a throat slit
Join the trend, to upload an end
Hosted but quickly dismissed.
Your loss is our gain,
Bodies marked by a cross in the corner of a screen.
You can all see them die but most of us missed it,
You're not a real witness, just a viewer.
The guy who filmed it is the one looking back.
What memory do you have of that which you took no part in?
The dead keep dying behind glass
As neon ghosts taking their eternal last breaths without air