Array ( [sid] => 180718 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Bleed The Life [time] => 2015-03-06 14:20:59 [hometext] => I just sat there one evening, realising how much of a parasite TV really is. How easy it is to let it be so. [bodytext] => Entertain me, box of neon magic
Draw me once more into your twisted web
I am puppet to the master, rat to the piper
Whatever you serve today, I will feast upon

You collect my minutes, harvest hours weeks and days
Wash my eyes in images, swill creative down the drain
Household shrine we worship you, disciples gathered in
God is 24/7. we sit and honour him

Life is a casualty, eated by welcomed disease
Thoughts abducted, molested by a monster
We browse the lives of others, while it gorges on ours
Grazing on random nothingness, consumed by painted screen

Hail this social power, who speaks in many tones
Tethers all to its empty soul, grinds the will to dust
Drip fed dreams cull conversations, choke the active mind
We give our whole to our diety and let it bleed the life. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 366 [topic] => 48 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Bleed The Life


Bleed The Life
Date: Friday, 6th March 2015 @ 02:20:59 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: puppy_dog_eyes
Entertain me, box of neon magic
Draw me once more into your twisted web
I am puppet to the master, rat to the piper
Whatever you serve today, I will feast upon

You collect my minutes, harvest hours weeks and days
Wash my eyes in images, swill creative down the drain
Household shrine we worship you, disciples gathered in
God is 24/7. we sit and honour him

Life is a casualty, eated by welcomed disease
Thoughts abducted, molested by a monster
We browse the lives of others, while it gorges on ours
Grazing on random nothingness, consumed by painted screen

Hail this social power, who speaks in many tones
Tethers all to its empty soul, grinds the will to dust
Drip fed dreams cull conversations, choke the active mind
We give our whole to our diety and let it bleed the life.

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