The world after the invasion of the invention of the screen

Light flickers against the angles of shadowed faces,
Void stares firmly pressing into pixelated surfaces,
Frozen illumination digging deep into the depths of detachment;
Beyond retinal,
Attaching tethers to attention;
Digital connections to the soul,
And with a silent sucking motion, it pulls
Like a mosquito bite, too numb to notice
Until it's too late and the damage is done
And technology has won, one by one,
Reality becoming nothing more
Than an impression, pressed firmly
Onto the back of our skulls
By a stream of arrays of concentrated rays
Invading minds with little fight
Exchanging light for anything bright.

Soul suckers