He sees the cameras in the air,
Their perpetual glare stuns his mind
and numbs his soul.
He cannot move without the cameras.
He cannot escape from the cameras.
His actions are numbed by the all seeing
Eye of the Cameras.
His words are spoken ever in care of the perpetual
Ears which listen with critical malice to all he says.
His thoughts are motivated by the desire to be as the
Cameras wish him to be. Since all actions are seen,
All actions must be gauged, weighed and performed
His soul has shrunk to nothing, for he is now but the facade
of a million people. Their punching bag, their puppet.
His eyes have lost their luster. His hair has dulled.
His skin has turned ashen.
And the vampire cameras continue their eternal vigil.