Digging your own grave.
Broken and hollowed out.
Nothing will come to save.
Of this impending disaster there should be no doubt.

Come to pass beneath this feast of kings.
You want a seat amongst the ruling.
Disgusting in your twisted actions.
Bleed this sky.
Carve out a false communion.

Spit at these would be Gods.
Ambition to govern everybody.
Impaling non-believers on rods.
Betraying those who dare to speak with honesty.

Vestige of that which you crave most.
Banish outliers like they are ghosts.
Chew on hope to feed more dreadful deeds.
Part these seas.
Then bathe lands with instability.

Programmed to usurp and destroy.
Crush old monuments like a disease.

Feed the rich.
Exploit the poor.
Sever decency.
Make joy a crime under every sun.

Divide until conquest is secured.
That shallow rut should’ve been your home.
Sense is a word you’ve never heard.
The faster your demise the sooner a potential reunion.

You’ve faded but I won’t leave your side.
I’ll keep you with me on this ride.
Refuse to let your body drift away.
You are a part of my every day.
Without you there is just a hole.
Not something I wish to fill up though.
For you will forever be a part of me.
Even in death you won’t be gone truly.

Motionless body continues to bob.
My heart broken as the pain does throb.
Can I see past what is before my nose?
No, but yet it feels as though that is how it goes.
For pain is a part of what makes us alive.
Without it we can never hope to thrive.
Not an addiction but a reminder of time.
And that in the end we all have a termination of the line.

That doesn’t mean I want you to go.
More and more I wish to see you.
Otherwise my heart stirs with so much pain.
After all you’re a part of me.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Alas your form had grown too weak.
My body shakes from the heartbreak.
But if I continue I’ll fade right before your eyes.
Those that are now lifeless and without cries.
Yet it sickens me to dessert you now.
Even if I see no other option how,
To keep on swimming as tides do rise.
I hope you knew I never told you lies.

Time has come for me to let you go.
Still memories will continue to flow.
I watch as your mass sinks into inky black.
Heart wrenched that you’re never coming back.
It’s like watching my world go askew.
Cursing everything that it was you.
Should’ve been me to slip to the other side.
I continued to mutter as I cried.

Locked in a tailspin.
Barely remember control.
All around seems to be a wall.

Feeling pressure mounting.
Thunder of a heart beat ring.
A volume that is deafening.

Are these symptoms of a greater disease?
I don’t know but these voices will not quit.
Dredging up grievances that recall only destruction.
Siphoning sickness for a new…
Fragile introspection.

Taste this bile in my throat.
Choking faster than those murders she wrote.
Gagging on air that I need to breathe.
Rip out these filters, I just want to grieve!

Counters continue to keep score.
Head don’t work no more.
And so I continue to sink.

Lost within these darkened halls.
Eyes searching for an exit.
This cycle has overstayed it’s welcome.

Struggling to suck down Oxygen.
Pulse racing as if I’m dying.
What I need is a rest from oblivion.

Facsimiles of a style once pursued.
Took medication and now I am screwed.
Addicted to sickness I never wanted to abide.
Screwing myself into this wet stinky soil.
My blood forever on the boil.
No longer do I wish to endlessly toil!

Locked in a tailspin.
Barely remember control.
All around seems to be a wall.

Feeling pressure mounting.
Thunder of a heart beat ring.
A volume that is deafening.

To be at your peak and yet down at the bottom.
Quicker you’re gone the faster you’re forgotten.
Not sure how you have gone so long.
Luck must have favoured you rotten.

Spoilt brat thrashing in place.
Take others ideas and run go get all the praise.
Cause you are so desperate for a pat on your empty head.
Pity you don’t put real effort in instead.

Dragging us all down like an anchor set loose.
Feels like an unbreakable fucking noose.
Destroying what took so long to build.
Thanks for the speed run to being killed.

All mouth with no substance.
Arrogance is what you hold in abundance.
But time for talk is dead and gone.
Turns out you were generally wrong.

Be pleased to see you get out.
No longer have to listen to the crap you spout.
A whirling dervish of endless noise.
Between bouts of throwing round all your toys.

When things don’t go your way,
You flip into a chaotic tendency.
Feeling left out in the cold.
Synapses snapped from being old.
Double down on devastation at a whim.
No remorse for anything.
Serving pain up on a fake gold platter.
How long before the illusion will shatter?

Tirade spouted out into a void.
Anyone would think you unemployed.
Shaking your fist up at the empty sky.
Forever cursing those not at your side.
Talking damnation without a clue.
Hatred is a sacred word to you.
Smiling at the degradation of a race.
Pity you don’t get fired off into space.

Navigating with a bulldozer in tow.
Willing to give this world a nuclear glow.
For sense is a dirty word in your eyes.
More relevant to post a fresh round of lies.
Rewriting history as you see fit.
In the background dissident throats are slit.
Forming a party built on ignorance.
Remove all forms of mental competence.

Berate and be obscene.
Humiliate as you steal dreams.
Subjugate and misinform.
Butcher the future…
Steal to brand yourself a messiah of greed!

Terror sown day and night.
Snuff out what dares to shine bright.
This pavement of twisted intention.
Aim for permanent circumvention.
Bypass to those pesky things called laws.
You simply wish to further your disgraceful cause.
While spewing hate for others to feed upon.
I sincerely hope your reign of dumb doesn’t last too long.

Waging from opposing sides.
Brother against detached brother.
Sisters scream; ready aim fire!
Divide deepening as this chasm grows.
Questions lost to this gap.
Too many words slung without being heard.
Where will devastation lead us to?
Crossed a line and refuse to let go.
As bodies pile up like hay.
Desperate need for ideologies to fade away.

Bitter pill lodged in our throat.
Upon old glories all continue to choke.
As cycles repeat for an nth time.
Sick and tired of there being no spine.
As sycophants continue to applaud.
When they’re not spouting about the lord.
False agendas dwelling on days that never were.
Raping lands they can barely find.
Globalisation soaked in innocent blood.
Maybe Mother needs to bring about a meteoric flood.

Broken hope sold an imaginary dream.
While corporate entities amplify their greed.
Spitting on those who resist rather than comply.
Wrapping infected tendrils around prospects of a positive change.
Leeching that which could spell their end.
While spouting propaganda for all to defend.
Brainwash culture thrives like never before.
Torch to peace and safety.
Emblazon the world in war.
Drown civility beneath toxicity galore.

Staring into the abyss.
What glares back is way beyond pissed.
Locked away and left to rot.
Void is not it’s natural habitat.
And no being wishes to be confined.
It’s teeth gnash as it threatens to tear flesh from rind.
As black slits peer with unblinking violence.
It’s words form to amplify deafening silence.

Martyrdom is a price to pay.
Being of regret will take hope anyway.
For choice has become but a distant memory.
Entity licks its pointed teeth expectantly.
Joy fills it with a twisted form of pleasure.
Never again will it’s prey feel any sort of leisure.
Marked for demise by a toothy grin.
Be aware that finality will be far beyond grim.

Pulverised by claws that cleave.
This darkness cackles at a request for reprieve.
Because what was promised has been paid in vicious execution.
If peace was wanted then never bargain with oblivion.
That is the story which must be learned.
Even if survival can never be earned.
So accept fate as brutality delivers its knock,
Against the fragility of this foolish skull with a sharp pointed rock.

Flashes of precognition meant to serve as a warning.
To ignore it is a sealed dawning…
Of an age built for never ending kill.
Prosperity is it’s lie and its hunger cannot be filled.
And so if you bargain with an entity of war,
Be prepared for it to gorge on more.
Spitting hatred into the ether to eviscerate peace.
It’s entire existence grows exponentially now it has been released!

Spinning round like a top.
This cycle doesn’t ever stop.
Bored with how it is constant.
It’s all become boring content.
Deja vu round each ‘new’ turn.
No matter the day a lesson is not learned.

Will stock even be taken?
If I had faith it would be shaken.
Instead I grit my teeth and bow my head.
Eyes roll at this repetition being retread.
A symptom of a much greater disease.
One that continues collective unease.

Same old story from start to retry.
Goal never changes and nor does this lie.
Improvement that doesn’t see the light of day.
Choking on strands that could have paved a way.
Progression rather than regression.
Before long there will be only a jet black depression.

Commitment is not a simple thing.
Do it or admit to wanting to give in.
Either way a decision must be made.
Failure will result in all debts being paid.
Regardless of how your life will bleed.
Everyone will come to extol what they are owed.

Taste condemnation from each tongue.
Knocked down to the bottom rung.
Chances squandered as everyone foresaw.
Buried head in sand concluding life’s a chore.
With no regard to what was bound to follow.
Remainder of your life will be completely hollow.

Drowning with a safety net.
Damage incoming that you cannot deflect.
How long before the noose is pulled?
Then your lifestyle will be culled.
Choice stripped right from your grasp.
That is when realisation will strike you with a gasp.

Stress will toll louder than any bell.
Daily reminder of how far you’ll have fell.
One of you screams thar never leave you alone.
Stripped of cars, future and shared home.
Sinking deeper into this shit heap of failed opportunity.
Good luck from us now you’ve carved this surefire misery.

Where are you now?
In this state of being.
Does it seem loud?
Or is it what I’m imagining.
For it’s been so long.
Yet I still don’t recall exactly how much time has passed.
And so I open my arms for you to join.

No hard feelings,
Life takes us where it does.
Times are changing.
Sometimes for better but others not so much.
Either way,
We all have to do what’s best.
A moment of choice.
These decisions are rarely perfect.
Some will prosper,
And others fail.
No matter what we need to carry on our way.

To pay down and accept defeat is to a decision we should ever bleat.
For this life will throw curve balls our way.
Yet we can climb above and be who we wish to be.
With a few more scars and grey hairs to boot.
Still our end goal is not quite so far removed.

Build our bridges until fingers turn to clay.
Rise above this smoke and see the light of day.
Sing for futures that will never go away.
For in these times that feel so lost,
We can prosper above the rough!

Where are you now?
Hope you’re doing ok.
It’s been a while.
Hope you’re more than surviving stuff.
We may never speak again my friend.
Still I wish you no form of ill.
Peace and happiness is all I think for you as you sail out of view.

Spin, spin, spin;
Can’t take anymore.
This dream dies in four.
Seconds feel like hours in my mind.
Where decency quits in the face of resistance.
Not sure what should be pursued with persistence.
Remote connection is subverting control.

Deep dive below.
Feed this beast that won’t go.
Sleeping giants refuse to do a deal.
These are figments in my midst.
Imagination running wild and wrong.
Need to vent this status that I’ve held.
Feeling as though I don’t belong.

Storms of ill intent.
Magnified under new regret.
As heavy fog sits upon my shoulders.
Crushing movement beneath its constant.

Relieve this weight from atop of me!

Moment of pause.
What I am needing most.
Raise this glass for a hopeful toast.
For better days that are yet to come.
A time where efforts don’t unravel in one.
Day is always darkest before each dawn.
Remembering that is a vital thing.

No distortion left to touch.
From the ground up without a crutch.
Developing where once seemed like a loosing battle.
Block out others mocking prattle.
To create that which speaks.
Volumes are not for the weak.
This is my life for which I preach.