Television
Your eyes stare back at me.
There is an entity of evil, posessing a transmitted image, inside a visual replicate.
Turn off the screen.
A glass window showing copied, fake, moving, talking pictures...
You are not alive.
You are just seen on a screen...bits of mirrors, lights, and glass...
Subliminal messages are planted in eager dead brains....
Turn off the screen.
Think.
Cease the vegetation.
Write, something.