vurtomatic
Bluelight Crew
the mother she sits there in the gloom
fist beating pallid flesh
fingers rubbing, oil medicates
the father he sits beside apart in the gloom
languishing on the chair-bed
his stomach is white and stretched
they watch the screen
the screen watches them
silent faces flickering with cold light
the mother says something
something, retorts the father
something anything thing
echos the television
a lament in the dark, a sharp word to pierce the gloom
a whimper as i hear a life break again
slick face glistening with cold light
words are spoken, hearts are broken
and i can't see in that flickering light
the screen, the father, the mother
voices in the dark
fist beating pallid flesh
fingers rubbing, oil medicates
the father he sits beside apart in the gloom
languishing on the chair-bed
his stomach is white and stretched
they watch the screen
the screen watches them
silent faces flickering with cold light
the mother says something
something, retorts the father
something anything thing
echos the television
a lament in the dark, a sharp word to pierce the gloom
a whimper as i hear a life break again
slick face glistening with cold light
words are spoken, hearts are broken
and i can't see in that flickering light
the screen, the father, the mother
voices in the dark

