Programmed Behind

I think with my eyes cemented
To a flickering screen
A thirty second segment, fragmented
Programmed behind the masks…
And what do I absorb?
A question never asked
And I will never be in control
Of this constant intake
Of visual attacks
I cannot take time to process
While these images still bombard me
Say goodbye to the floor beneath me
There’s no way your rope
Could reach me
Bite the hand that needs you
Smash the screen that feeds you
Biting the hand, smashing the screen
And finally I slipped out
Of the sattelite’s reach
To come a long way from
A corrupt program leech
I think with my eyes opened and closed
At the same time