Flat Screams

scenes of inhumanities called games for- find young minds to play watch and struggle in an illusory reality hunting with glazed eyes and hard violence-skin virtual life reset button worn thin sometimes sorrows held deep inside turn to hate that will not wait in a teen nightmare ride of real life with no reset button real bullets are tickets to heaven’s train or a controlled brain glass eyes record news another report glassed eyes stares and fears make good ratings sell sold a lost soul sick with blues made the evening news wasted a life to the call of a rope then cameras and screen shock the soul real people die avatars never grow old