It snaps the spine in your figure,

It crumbles the candor on your tongue,

It haunts your shadow.

You double over,

Stare at that doubling fat

That squeeze between folds in your stomach

With drunken eyes

Your neck,

Drooped lifeless front of a glaring screen

Voices blasting

Framed by colorful headphones

In a pigsty of a room.

It stales

But steel clear beyond sight

Like an old record unfolds

That replays,

And replays

And replays

Glaring cold and hard,

Like a cold eating eye.