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

For effect.

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.