/ Television Eyes /

stare at me

empty

eyes melting away

pupils dilate to saucers

openings to the soul

feed into me

your head so ripe

the thoughts of today

i allow into my abyss

let me put you on a show

to show you

the way in which the world goes

derangement and dysfunction

as an accepted reality

let me be your mother

let me be your father

let me be your

manipulator

let me show you ropes

to throw yourself into

goddamn you

goddamn you

just let me have control

mistake me for leisure

until you're under the anchor

taking a final

individual

breath

don't try

no turning back now

you have succumbed into me

for the chance of gore

the hope for guts

the sliver of (X X X)

you can only run so far

until the garden stops you

and begins its feast

let me be your mother

let me be your father

let me be your

manipulator

let me show you the ropes

to throw yourself into

goddamn you

goddamn you

just let me have control

i see you

worn and defenseless

torn and defeated

with no path to turn

i have one for you

just step through

into the screen to guide you home