blue light

like cold river blue,
that light from my TV on
sleepless lonely nights.

a warm kinda cold
that draws me in its cocoon.
trapped in seclusion.

fed through a thin straw,
visions of a false world.
slowly, it sedates.

momentum is lost.
desire fabricated.
my light starts to fade...

fiction becomes fact.
facts become irrelevant.
force fed my beliefs.

What is it I think?
Tell me, how is it I feel?
I can’t trust myself.

armageddon looms!
i can’t trust the government!
i need a sit-com.

mass amphetamine,
up when they want me to be.
scared when they tell me.

i don’t know how i feel
how can i think for myself?
they are always right.

sink, relax, breathe.
i must trust my own senses.
to breathe is to live.

all is not so wrong!
there is always good in bad...
trust in the balance.

i have the control.
it seems so very simple...
i push the button.

no more blue light.