TV IS TALKING TO ME

TV is talking to me.                            
Sacred box,                                
artificial madness.                                
entertain myself to death.                                
A satire of our sadness.                                
I need to break it.                                
Return to essence.                                
Hooked into the magic.                                
Out of the spell                                
and spelling my own                               
inside a time-loop this tragic.                              
Press play,                            
fade to black -                        
masochistic,                            
luciform crack.                            
Flashing at me,                          
laughing at me,                          
or with me.                          
Thinking the same thoughts as you                          
when we are far apart,                          
connecting through the channels                          
we're trying to outsmart.                          
Turn to static,                        
left in the attack                        
forced to deconstruct,                        
remaining beliefs looking for                         
a reason to abduct.                        
Is this all there is?                      
I question as I lay in bed.                      
Does the soul believe its deceased                    
and can I resurrect the dead?                      
Hearing my own thoughts                    
like neurotic debris -                    
all the things that came to mind            
when it stopped talking to me.                    
                       
                       
             Title: TV is Talking to Me