Letter to one who watches

I live in terror, of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Fear dwells under my interior, and I cannot see the dawn
Paedophiles stalk cyber streets in typeface disguises, while faces in the dark steal you from under your mousemat.
Unintelligible faces fly the skies with bottles of fire and beards of misunderstanding,
Weapons made for money destroy hearts and minds without being fired convincing the meek that the cellar is the best place to hide.
Infinite power over fate and soil rests in the hands of suit jackets and cave paintings,
What once was our future loiters on street corners knowing the past can do nothing but hide in the dark.
People with jobs die long before death and people without feeling sit and watch T.V being sold an ideal on how to fail and enjoy it.
Tourists fly and species die and no-one cares unless the price of sun tan cream increases.
The green land becomes the grey of our need to get there and get there now. The dark of night now fake orange with a backing track of sirens and snoring
Too many fools
Not enough food
Not enough space
Not enough time
I just want you to tell me it'll be alright....
But you're not there, are you?