Knifeplay

Running knives down each others back.
What are we meant to be achieving with that?
Torture for the sake of trying to fill time.
Clear that we have all gone blind.
Lost in fog that aids our decay.
More we push the quicker we fade away.

Toiling at faces constructed to supplant.
Yet we continue along avenues of a dead end rant.
Fashioning heresy just to give us a route.
Truth be told we’re in need of a reboot.
Alas our time has been squandered.
And no more chances will be offered.

Severing too late that which didn’t birth joy.
Enamoured by offers of a cheap staged ploy.
Choking health out of withering forms.
Replacing prosperity with lopsided norms.
Dead end roots enticing with lies.
Bait and switch betrayal right before our eyes.

Sucking on hopium that will never be true.
Butchering brother and sister for chance number two.
Yet violence is the trap that was set.
Fall into it and you’ll suffer only regret.
As reality smothers dreams of peace.
That is when we will realise we’ve been fleeced.
Sent down a hole that has no survival.
Blinded as we thrash in desperation.
Wanting to be a better fucking person.
But realisation has stung past the final hour.
So we shall all suffer death’s arrival!

Blades edge has cut deep and wide.
For too long we conducted violence with pride.
Inflicted chaos where union should reign.
Extolling copious mountains of pain.
Treading grounds we’d scorched to black.
For our crimes there is no coming back.