Phantom Photographer

A camera takes shots of me

Whether I like it or not

I tell it to stop

But it takes another shot

Its flash blinds me

Unable to think

So quickly I run the taps

To fill up the sink

The waters cold

As is my heart

My camera is scared

I hear it shaking apart

I throw the lens into the sink

And give the body a nice cool drink

The cameras dead

Resting at the bottom of the sink

Heavy as lead

Yet the flash still goes off

Taking another shot