lay back on your bed of needles, electric,
and ride the sparking pleasure waves
that roll from screen to pulsing screen.
keep close that blinking stash of heroine
to see the shapes in static snow,
to entertain and isolate.
let your camera eye record
everything this world begets,
let the leviathan devour,
let the addiction run its course,
let your wiry hands denote
the secrets of galvanic brains-
I cannot tear myself away,
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow
never comes-
lie on your back, on the carpet with me,
and count the constellations of LED's,
listen in stereo to the music that comes
whistling through the fan.
the dark is dead.
A contest entry
- That was you? Omg I'm sorry ( For Everyone :] ) by RawrSmileBabyPlz.
450 points, ended June 24, 2008, 52 entries
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Comments
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Wow very interesting i like it alot its very very well written and worded so greatly. And plus you made the point that you were trying to make. Thanks for entering my contest i wish you the best of luck.
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Shelly
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