Fear on the mind

Last night I stared into the eyes of a man as his two eyes were unmoving, stuck with the view into an invisible void. He gasped for breath, attacked by an invisible fear, pure terror seeping into his mind from the idiot box, rockets and bombs, dead babies and orphaned children, as he lay on the floor, no doubt the images of the most vile and disgusting acts man has ever committed towards man live on TV. The ruins of a party remained, there is no joy post alcoholic-anxiety freakout, we are left with an unfun douche bag as the fat cats at Labatt's enjoy their government protected drug racket.