electric verse

bulb, bulb:
why am i still not blind?
on the ground of my room, lying,
for this long,
i should have been that,
blind, bulb, but i am not yet.

yours are my eyes, are they not?
they should have been.
do you not know my devotion?
my, heritage, bulb?
i can see something, i still think, there, no?
yes?

bulb, bulb, bulb!
bulb, bulb, bulb!
stop lingering,
stop the lingering;
think of me, lying,
penetrate my body, vying,

for your great trophy:
the final, tranquil atrophy.
o bulb, i am the son,
and i am the heir.
so let me, then:
will you please kill my ken?

bulb!
bulb?