Soldiers marching off to war.
More existences filled with gore.
Everywhere you look there’s a reminder.
This world is never growing kinder.
As bodies fill up the mortuaries.
Fathers, sons, mothers and daughters.
No thought for those being slaughtered.
Upon this altar of greedy self-destruction.
Progress swapped for stagnation.

Madness has long since be welcomed in the door.
Full swing embrace of adoring every flaw.
Without considering any global cost.
Seems intelligence will soon be lost.
Devolution back to more primitive times.
Failing to meet potential that was within grasp.
Content with the malcontent of falling fast.
Head on collision anyone can see.
Obliteration through ignoring constantly.

Is this a beginning of an end too soon?
Hastened by our rigid outdated system.
Smiling as our arrogance impales longevity.
Repentance won’t bring the rapture.
No matter what we can’t prepare…
For the collective slash of our throats.
It’ll choke off our final notes.
Stained by decay that we’ve brought.
Legacy of squander wrought.

Trading souls for more likes.
While foregoing all our rights.
Dopamine hit that fades too quick.
Getting desperate for a hit.
Junkie with a worse addiction.
Society trapped by this affliction.
Of feeding off hate and pain.
Enough to drive us all insane.
From this popularity contest on a mass scale.
Conform or you will be condemned to fail.

Feasting on bile to get our kicks.
Civilization is about measuring dicks.
A competition with no conclusion.
It breeds nothing but disillusion.
Bullying circle where everyone piles in.
Ridicule with harassment is the new religion.
Driving suicides to all new heights.
There isn’t a day without pointless fights.
As infamy becomes the currency wanted most.
Reality will soon be little more than a forgotten ghost.

Here today and gone tomorrow.
Languish in this place so hollow.
As I lay a kiss upon this searing star.
Falling short rather than going far.
Without a source to fill my cup.
Down again in a flooded rut.
Gasping when I dare to breathe.
Could do with being granted some reprieve.
From this pattern that saps my soul.
Detaching me from all forms of control.
While onlookers stand without a care.
This pattern on the verge of embracing despair.

What is the cure?

Saddened shell looms in dark alone.
In my dying flesh I feel like a clone.
Observing from high and oh so distant.
Treated as though I am a miscreant.
Drained of my senses.
Trapped in forms of past tenses.
Retreading ground that is crumbling away.
Isolation has locked me out perpetually.
An hour glass that refuses to cease.
Every hour I wake with suffocating grief.
Knot in my stomach tightening more.
My existence has become a planet sized sore.

Where is my peace?
Will it ever come?
Is there a cure for what I’m feeling?

Losing substance in my reflection.
No matter my movement I have no direction.
Floating in a void I call purgatory.
A waiting room singularity.
Lost within emotions that won’t relent.
All my energy has been spent.
While hands grasp at my extended fringes.
I am nowhere and everywhere all at once.
Not sure what is and is not true.
I hear at voice but it’s neither me or you.
Just a ripple flowing from out the ether.
Defeated I surrender accepting there’s no peace here.

Acceptance is the key to a cure.

Stir with a start convinced I heard a lie.
For I am alone devoid of sanity or ally.
Incredulity erupts as a twin stands in my face.
Smile dispels all of my oceans of disgrace.
Then when a hand rests on my shoulder I cry.
Forgiveness has been offered in by darkest side.
Weight off my back fills me with peace.
This is how it feels to be filled with relief.
As all around the void turns to view.
Didn’t think this would make me feel brand new.
A fresh start without all the baggage.
Time to embrace and live no matter what comes.

Serve upon a silver platter every ounce of me.
Far from perfect as I try to survive each day.
But talons always lance through my flesh.
Agonising over what might be next.
My mind descends into a jumble.
Overthink and so I fumble.
Land myself in a sealed box, drowning.
Instead of speaking I am mouthing.
Sick of this ripping…

Heart from my chest.
I still can’t confess.
Damage done.
Finality without conclusion.

Mind swimming in a gutter of filthy decay.
Fighting for a future that drifts further away.
As whispers lure me deeper into the waves.
Feel I might be going crazed.
Counting opportunities I failed to view.
More than just a few.
Struggling to stay on a better route.
And so I am going mute.
Hollowed by wrenching…

Heart from my chest.
I still can’t confess.
Damage done.
Finality without conclusion.

Silence would be a blessing.
For I can’t hear anything.
Too much noise in my mind.
Making direction impossible to find.
Is there a path forward for me?
Or am I trapped in this cardiectomy?

Pulse fading to jaded coal.
Either romantic or fool.
Spinning within my form.
Body, like mind, is tattered and torn.
Where is right in this sea of wrong?

Heart no longer in my chest.
Yet I still can’t confess.
Damage done.
Finality without conclusion.

First world nation that never was.
Pinned itself with the moniker just because.
All the hardware without any tenacity.
New nation repeating old world stupidity.
With no victories of it’s very own.
Trying to rewrite history to maintain it’s self-appointed throne.
Yet progress is like a snail with salt in its wounds.

Third world catastrophe blooms again.
Not convinced this childish behaviour will ever end.
Blurting statements as if doing so makes them true.
Try as might it doesn’t mean you have a clue.
Removing democracies to install dictatorships of your choosing.
Only for them to come back and show you’re losing.
Can you modernise into a cohesive union?

Pushing your fake ethics with mountains of pride.
Learned nothing from histories tumultuous ride.
Empires rise only to eventually fall.
Their days are done but apparently you didn’t get the memo.
For you invoke treaties only to benefit you.
While the narrative is that we needed you too.
Not how history will remember these revisions you spew.

Advocating beliefs you don’t even believe or follow.
More rhetoric spoken that is utterly hollow.
So you can preach to maintain an appearance.
Pledging while showcasing a lack of adherence.
Outdated tenets written don’t mean a damn.
Except when they bolster your antique thinking.
You really to shut up and stop fucking speaking!

You’re the child and prove it every day.
Haven’t a clue which is evident to say.
At least the rest of us admit our histories are vile.
Weren’t you meant to build something less puerile?
Failed categorically to every degree.
Maybe your isolation would be best for everybody.
Cause it feels like we need a decent reprieve from all your noise.

What will all your profit buy you?
Especially when everything else goes down the drain.
Sitting and counting your cash as it dwindles.
Not a period you can frequent again.
For time moves in one direction and all your bridges are burned.
So tell me, can you hear the sirens screeching?
Because before too long your life will be…

Torn to shreds on the rocks of hubris.
Hollowed out like your legacy of hatred.
Gallows humour cannot save you this time.
For you reap what you sow when you aim for short term inclines.

Carve out niches in hopes to prosper.
But your card is marked and forever locked here.
So do not believe that your fortune’s will change.
For these deeds are dirty and will keep you in chains.
As punishment for crimes against equals.
Believing your value is some how much more.
You’re chance at salvation has been nailed to the wall.

Reduced to ash in front of your eyes.
Beady and unblinking now you understand demise.
Drink down these emotions until its all you see.
For each line you crossed is now marked to be paid in melancholy.

Crept amongst the stars.
Branded innocence with bars.
Showed your teeth and proved you’re a monster.
Filled with death where joy did prosper.
Cause its easier forming suffering out of repentance.
Dividing peace until war is the cry.
Psychopathic entity without a care for any future.
You split atoms to tear down this sky.
While brandishing words as if they are weapons.
All to hide your unhinged intentions.
Of exchanging choice for conquest.
Want to seal defeat with mass homicide!

You think everything has a beginning, middle and end.
But some things are just not that cut and dry.
For what might start may simply fade.
While an ending might come without a set stage.
Cause life is a muddle through and through.
All you can do is the best with what it gives to you.
That’s not to say that you should not try.
More like it will never be a straight smooth ride.
So prepare yourself for when things go wrong.
Then you’re less likely to come undone.

Many things will not always remain the same.
Times will shift and so shall you.
Where once was hate you might instead find peace.
Yet cheating cannot help to give you belief.
Instead things will turn to cloudy grey.
All while those you believed close drift away.
But these are just how it ebbs and flows.
Not a fracture that results in death throes.
So enjoy the time you have while it’s in hand.
Cause one day it might not be quite that brand.

Dialect of these frozen moments.
Each one a fresh component.
All of them make you up.
Helped to shape your personality cup.
Font of how you came to be.
Every ounce a declaration of identity.

Cycles may be stunted and misshapen messes.
Pressing upon new formed stresses.
Taking shots at parts you seek to keep.
Battle hard to ensure you see no defeat.
Cause to lose one’s self is tragic beyond compare.
It’ll leave you with a dead and vacant stare.
Hollow out what should be full.
Twist interesting to incredibly dull.
Not events anyone should ever seek.
For it makes a soul utterly incomplete.

Dialect of these frozen moments.
Each one a fresh component.
All of them make you up.
Helped to shape your personality cup.
Font of how you came to be.
Every ounce a declaration of identity.

Don’t let it shatter.
Secure it so it can’t fall.
Protect it as though it breathes with life.
For without structure you’ll collapse under the weight of nothing at all.

Hewn from tortured stone.
From this vantage point alone.
Staring out across wretched tundra.
In the distance screams deafening thunder.
As rivers dry to feed the fields.
Men and women die upon rusted shields.
While birds flee to pastures new.

In these mad times.
Where peace has well and truly died.
Prosperity is but a memory.

Fractured by dark descent.
Hopeful future is now bent.
Buckling beneath failing light.
Where once it shone it is no longer bright.
From events that doomed so much.
Little is left for us to touch.
As decay takes the throne.

In these mad times.
Where peace has well and truly died.
Prosperity is but a memory.

Do you possess the key?
Wading through all that is now distant to we.
Struggling to breathe.
Damned by our incessant greed!

Butchered upon our man made altar.
Forever we fail from our falters.
Grasping at things that are already gone.
Wake up too late and our sentence is…
Written in stone.
We carved it alone.
Fashioned by our hubris takes.
And so we our a victimless mistake.

Ruptured.
Battered.
Choking.
Fractured.
Psycho scripture one and two.
We jotted it down and ingested it too.

In these mad times.
Where peace has well and truly died.
Prosperity is but a memory.
And soon so shall we be.

Are we in a race to the bottom?
Making best efforts to turn potential rotten.
Choking on fumes we pumped into our air.
Doubling down to multiply proof that we don’t care.
While corporate gods decide our trajectory.
Drowning in suits obvious greed and stupidity.

Towers of pollution burn our lungs.
Individuals forego making decisions.
Bowing down to false prophets with a smile.
Another snake oil salesman to top this flaming pile.
While elected officials sell off hopes.
Our civilization is grafted to slippery dead-end slopes.

Baying for fortune as if it is blood.
With each passing day this world is clear as mud.
And yet demands for change fall on deaf ears.
These megalomaniacs care only about aligning ideals.
Leeching whatever can take them higher.
They’re like a junkie crossed with a vampire.

Step on the masses just to get by.
Truth is redundant in a world built for lies.

Between the buried is where I reside.
While you obsess over a new deicide.
In a world absent of divinity.
Fixation replaces what was once known as integrity.
Swapped one code for another.
Selecting what turned us against each other.
Friends now stand as enemies.
Can’t see the woods for the trees.

Haunted by old citations that refuse to fade.
For this time debts will fill my grave.
Burning faster than sense can comprehend.
Put a bullet in the gun.
Temple meet then dead again.

Suffocating upon wings of sovereignty.
Choosing new disaster over trusted me.
Civility torn apart by wolves.
Each new entrant will join the ranks of desperate fools.
Siphoning while good manners stay broke.
Fixated on not being called a dope.
Semblance of joy left at the door.
Every way we turn there is another war.

Surrounded by guardians that cannot speak.
Instead your solution is to cheat.
Kill quicker by element of underhanded surprise.
Set a trap and watch for hours.
When it’s sprung you laugh while laying flowers.

Butcher in plain view.
You care about no one but you.
Steal what you crave.
Only death walks beside you.
Holding your hand.
You adore burning with brands.
Sick mind with no heart.
Tearing innocents apart.
Peace is a sin in your eyes.
Better to kill and take what you like.

Destruction is your calling card.
Silence comes with pain.
Petals mark your territory.
Nothing survivors to just be maimed.

What a two faced truant.
Psycho in a flow.
Trebling each body count.
Killing for sport.
Fracture what refuses to accept your inhumane terror show.