The Monster

It has a dearth of extremities,
still, it strongly snares you.
One single glimpse,
is hard to resist
At first it diverts
But as it enchants
time tends to elapse.

Millions of Medusas
Distributed at every home.
Incredibly,
It's not alive
Different sounds it makes,
brightening your face.
It eats powerful light,
used to get its job done.

Nobody notices the damange
and it is considered a friend.
And after spending,
half your life in front of it,
you decide to do something else;
but it is too late.