You picture's are sepia stained
Born though a unatural desire to obtain every beautiful moment for yourself
Keeping them stored through digital magic
Time stamps over images you felt nothing snatching from me.
Your names embossed over a memory you will not bother to keep inside your head
So many people, thrown, already overwritten in you mind
Done, rewoud and ready to over expose on the next unwary subject.
You'll never know your what your camera took from me.
Empty pages where future possibilies once lay.
Freinds forgotten for the sake of breaking a heart for pleasure.
Love denied where real love lies, all for the sake of an easier ride.
Torn pictures lay in your wake, you seldom stop to pick up the peices you scatter.
Instead you make plans to destroy the images of the ones who threaten your progress.
You post your adventures and mock us with what once belonged to we.
Making sure to smooth out personal wrinkles that weigh you down.
Your camera stole my a large part of my comfort and a small part of my humanity.
Making me distrust the lens glare from your eyes and the subtitles you spew
Targeted to inflict deep bones and open wounds, designed to simply ease the pain.
When the dark room is empty and no one is left to look at your pictures.
Who will you be then?
Edward Ramsden
10/2/2007
