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
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