There's Nothing To See Here

There's nothing to see here

You've seen it all

Pupils fixed, legs bent

It's neither close nor far away

You're safe in your home

This dreamy cocoon so far from shame

And back you go again

Hunter-gathering, not to live

Those eyes so primed for blue and green

For great vistas, open plains

But back you go again

To that, a foot away from you

You search for little glints

Among rivers of dirt

Just images, they cannot hurt

Something new is caught

The pupils swell, it's blinked away

Grand theft

Faces of death

That can't be real

And if it is...

Rivers of blood

Lakes of fluid

From every orifice, sore and ruined

But you seek to be jolted

Revolted

It's all the same

To the ravenous receptors in your brain

So back you go again

To ogle nature from below

To glimpse so many turns and twists

Hairpin bends, squelching trysts

Where nature would never, ever go

The screen, your time, it always wins

It's champion of murky whims

So easy now to fertilise

Demonic projects of the mind

The sinful stench of imagery

Has lined your brain

Has sullied you

You've seen it all

There's nothing new

What's next

Nothing 

You're numbed, depressed