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Seen it a million times
No matter how many times
I keep coming back
though it disgusts me so
I keep watching it over
and over
and over
like a broken record
I crawl on back to that tune
a soldier back to a bloody war
an addict to a drug
Those horrid sounds
screeching across the atmosphere
the entangling bodies writhing like worms
nauseating
revolting
and yet i cannot tear my eyes away
its somehow beautiful
its somehow numbing
its distractedly different than the rest of the world
bombs are dropping out my window
and i'm in this war zone all my own
bloody cries, violent curses,
names i don't even know faces i don't even care about
colliding crashing like the continents
like tectonic plates
like a ship
going down down down
i can taste it in my mouth
the filth of what i see
I've seen it a trillion times by now
over a hazy blurry screen
in a midnight town of dreams
somewhere between dawn and dusk
somewhere between love and lust
somewhere between hate and despair
it will always be calling
obnoxious but free
immoral
horrible
tasteless
yet no matter how many times i feel sick
i keep coming back
because it entrances me so
it amuses me
excites me
i could stop
but i wont
I need it too much
though it disgusts me so.