The Dark Web

Gore splashes my screens and

blue lights massacre my 

Bloodshot eyes 

My phone shows me whatever I want,

One click away is grotesque grime.

Filth illuminated in my fingers,

Dripping from my mind,

clotting and congealing in my brain.

Deaths become movies

Instead of funerals

And hardened hearts photograph

Blood stained sidewalks

Without noticing the dying soul

Next to the puddle.

But, we are not allowed to critique

The feed we fuel.