Hastened

Shattered remnants cast to the floor.
Don’t want to keep running in circles anymore.
With a head full of static and a mouth full of bile.
Too much too soon will only hasten our clarion call.

Pacing back and forth without a care.
That which once burned as an emergency flare.
Has now faded into an obscure murk of history.
Repackage these strands until I have hands to hold.

Siphon out energies that are not my own.
All so I may sit upon this over wanted throne.
Berating people who refuse to bow when I arrive.
If they do not conform then soon they will not be alive.

Intelligence worn down to a thread.
All to keep these masses well and truly fed.
So palace dwellers may keep their lots in court.
Slashed from the faces of monuments that should abort.

Basic need replaced by insistence.
No more will I slot these pieces into place.
For this age of regression has become a void of disgrace!

Ply fingers from my mind.
I dreamt these villains were always mine.
Head full of demons and a chest full of lies.
Suspect decisions are all that does now arise.

Terminate the rails.
Close off humility.
Sow seeds of de-birth.
Oblivion with no reversal.
Vent out as you are torn.

Shattered remnants cast to the floor.
Don’t want to keep running in circles anymore.
With a head full of static and a mouth full of bile.
Too much too soon will only hasten our clarion call and my denial.