Sip from the poisoned chalice.
Before succumbing there is malice.
Swimming in an ocean of lashing out.
Each new remark aimed at increasing clout.
Chasing fads firmly set in the red.
Sowing pain alongside inflicting hatred.
No care for collateral sustained along the way.
Wider the spread the more content you are with extolling each day.
For quotas are only the tip of these icebergs.
And setting a bar so low is a waste of your bile.
So you amp up misery as if there is no limit to this dial.

This is a social disease.
Smile at an outpouring of sleaze.
Enraptured by whatever is cast.
Death is worth it to be feared until the last.

Spike the punch before its handed around.
Entertained as innocents writhe of the ground.
For air is a luxury you’ve decided to deny.
But try as they might these victims cannot manage to cry.
Suffering to add another few pips on your scoreboard.
Emotionless for all this suffering that’s being caused.
Viewing others as pawns for you to destroy.
Everyone else is nought but a cheap toy.
Sadist to your very core.
Use them up and cast them into a pile.
You are the epitome of the word vile.

We are a social disease.
Smile at our outpouring of sleaze.
Enraptured by whatever we cast.
Death is worth it to be feared until the last.

Fade in but mainly fading out.
Head full of cloud that fills me with doubt.
As seasons change so does the mood.
Transition from resolute to needing to prove.
With a sense of failure seeping in.
Reminder of slippage as it comes round again.

Drift off without a thought to maintain.
Enveloped in a cocoon of incredible shame.
Selection between weakened and brash.
Unprepared for this impending crash.
Head warped by hours of deliberation.
Each breath brings about renewed disintegration.

Speak these verses yet can’t behold…
Clarity faded to grey from gold.
Fractured standing that refuses to mend.
Under lights too bright it all starts to bend.
Thirsting for closure that never seems to come.
Overdosing on a spotlight that cannot remain too long.
Scorching flesh that hasn’t been left to heal.
Madness lurks behind each and every seal.
Choking air out of lungs too young to rebel.
Giving the malleable a desiccated shell.

Dowse these fires to have subservience prevail.
Berate outliers until they ultimately fail.
For motions of joy should be battered down.
Suffocating reason without rational reason.
Beauty soon collapses into rampant decay.
Here lies all tragedy in a mass grave mentality.

Continuation of a refusal to commit.
Instead all you want is to hide as you sit.
Idle hands without a direction to move.
Determination to ignore that you should prove.
All whole moping about how you’re the corpse in a pile.
Maybe you should put in some effort and turn that dial.
Cause its been locked into barely above zero.
No shock then that you are considered furthest from hero.
A passenger in your own fucking life.
Married to nothing except seeking sympathy.

Effort is a dirty word.
When its spoken you just feel hurt.
For commitment is for all but you.
Watch others toil while you wallow.
Misery is a default state of mind.
Perform pointless exercises to fill your time.
Ignoring urgent matters as if its a job.
Robbing Peter to pay some other guy off.
No planning or reaction until you’re hit.
Confused how it came up so quick.
Blindsided by each and every event.
Then moan at money that must be spent.
Yet warnings were all thrown your way.
But conveniently they were forgotten.

Thinking is so unknown.
Rather just frequent your busted throne.
For commitment is for all but you.
Watch others toil while you hide away.

Never seen so little drive.
Hope others will work so you survive.
That’s a parasite by definition alone.
But generally they aren’t loud and moan.
Wishing to stay hidden so not to be rooted out.
Unlike you who wants attention.
Contradiction beyond comprehension.
Sucking life from all those in attendance.
A big man with a little mind.
We’re exhausted by your kind.

Modern world sucks you dry until you’re a dusk.
Turn any hopes you have into fine dust.
Like a junkie there is no end to it all.
Step in the circle and you still fall.
No matter obedience or if you’re towing the line.
Ultimately you will end up…

Drowning in this sea of red.
Praying for a moments rest.
Feeling strung out in your day to day.
While voices around cry hip hip hooray.

But this doesn’t need to be guaranteed.
Life is for living not begging permanently.
Remember that these days are your own.
You owe no one servitude.
They don’t occupy some almighty throne.
They’re mortals like you.
And that means they bleed to.
Civilisation is not for the few.

Because exhaustion does not lead to a better life.
No gods or masters can keep you alive.
Your time is for you to do as you wish.
Keep that in mind as you live each moment.
Building higher for your own desire.
Protecting peace from every decrier.

Won’t call it perfection for we have none.
Stand for your rights rather than run.
Draining your resolve is what some will do.
But you can resist and they can’t stop you.

Don’t lay down and die.
Fight for yourself and to survive.
This is your time.
Right to be free, right to be happy.
Keep your head high.
Ascend, don’t bend and die.

Men trying to be gods in mortal eyes.
Digital messiahs in a very analogue disguise.
Preaching to become a higher power.
Cynicism tells me you are just liars.
Arrogance impersonating a visionary.
Sickened by this narcissistic ideology.

Putrid corruption dressed up as divinity.
When will the fakery give way to integrity?
Justifications come thick and free.
Extoll these abominations without thinking clearly.
About what might rise from these flames.
Dowse this world and call it insane.
For paranoia is a disease that’s being incited.
But nobody wants to admit that keg may soon be ignited.

Angels don’t walk Earth no matter what you say.
That’s just an ego talking carelessly.
Thinking you’re better just cause you climbed.
Now surveillance of mankind is your line.
Gathering data as if everyone’s an enemy.
Too blind to see that you’re the monster in this allegory.

Pervading entity that refuses to relent.
Driving fear to make profit is why you are sick.
Terror is misery except in your gaze.
Conform or be rejected, those are your ways.
Deicide is but a way for you to ascend.
Replace one fallacy with one of your own making.

Fearmongering to maintain media presence.
These pieces don’t even remotely add up.
Trust us bro while shouting about apocalyptic doom.
Sounds like a scam to further your reach.
Increase demand on your niche for greed.
Why should anyone trust this corporate disease?
Of driving worth ever higher.
Especially while you shout about being unable to contain this supposed fire.
Do you think we should all swallow what you’re selling?
This is artificial advancements that you’re selling.
A new grift to line your corrupted world view.
Sick and tired of each and every one of you.
It’s clear over-convenience every aspect of timing.
Another fad like the obsession with crypto mining.
But if I’m wrong we’ll all be dead in a year.
That is what these hacks continue to cheer.
Showing no proof of these apparent breaches.
If you were so intelligent you would have designed contingencies.
Yet apparently you’ve all been caught off guard.
Either naive or part of an incapable hierarchy.
All of you pretty much in line.
If it smells fishy then it usually is.
Or are you conspiring to amass incredible power and profit?
Greed is dancing upon this spot with a lightshow visible from a galaxy away.

Head filled with plenty of sorrow.
Feels as though I’ve been sucked of my marrow.
Brittle state that refuses to cease.
Tore me down until I became obsolete.
In a vat of my wretched demise.
I watched this reaper with those soulless eyes.

Cut down.
Torn up.
Cast out.
Fucked until you can’t see a future.

These moments of a governing state.
Wrapped around me until all I could taste was hate.
Shrivelled identity stared back in each mirror.
Lost myself because I felt like a failure.
Chewing glass as though redemption would come.
But all I got was another sickness to impair.
And so I fell into this shit.
Wallowed in it until I regretted every minute.

Strung out.
Used up.
Run through.
Like you I was destroyed too.

But that doesn’t have to be our ending.
Face your demons and you’ll see.
Strongest you is inside waiting to be free.
For this is a journey that’s worth the outcome.
Don’t count yourself out while you’re still breathing.

Aim true and you shall realise.
Mending state will come like a sunrise.
To burn away all ill that has besieged you.
Drink in your hope and you shall get through.
No count for being down and out.
Time is now to rebel against your doubt.
Strength is greater than you realise.
It’s time to rise!

Fight the feeling.
Stop your bleeding.
Sow up your wounds.
Destiny is not entombed.

Your sweet dreams drip poison in my ear.
Stop your convolution before it wears me too thin.
Drowning in a desert I can’t find my way to erode from within.
Plagues are toys to martyrs chugging on hopes of justification.
Take these pills and I’ll fade into subjective oblivion.

Wash tides that seldom string thoughts coherent.
Slot in runes until what remains is only to circumnavigate.
Fracture moments that otherwise overwhelm my movements in time.
Craven posts line up to take swings at what I hoped would be heaven sent.
Get out before my mind flatlines in these prison cells.

Switch between circuits sliced to ribbons.
Waves still crash upon my battered and bruised skin.
Fragments swirl in pixels that never seem to focus right.
These sunrises are blinding as I stare out across night.
Performative notions that continue a corruption burn.

Speak up or bow out.
Tremors are our path.
Option silence breaks futures.
Now I shall fade until I twin with decay!

Float along these fields of sodden rot.
Senses are dulled by what refuses to be cut.
Brain seizing in fogs of days that relentlessly spiral.
Too often my personal feels as thought it is becoming viral.
Invisible strings pull without my intervention.

Your sweet dreams are my crutch.
Put out fires that continue along the rut.
Brandishing bones from bodies long turned to dirt.
From plumes of events long past the errors rear once more.
Singled out as my own existence is lashed until I’m raw.

Pride comes before a fall.
Hear the footsteps running.
Sounding of a carrion call.
Baying for blood that will be sucked dry.
Hope has been dashed.
Decapitation upon this stone of shame.
Another donation slaughtered in a wretched name.

God is not your witness or your ally.
Speak of piety while you stab at innocent eyes.
Words as shields protect guilt drenched lies.

Cruelty bathed in mock helpfulness.
Futures branded heretic.
Picking at bones that once had a life to live.
Take what is craved without a willingness to forgive.

God used as your weapon of choice.
Declarations twisted right before watching eyes.
Words as shields protect guilt drenched lies.

Survival is pot luck in this age of mutilation.
Prosperity is a falsified ovation.
Choking out dawn to forever dwell in dusk.
Statements manufactured to bolster commitment.
But this is a lie just like all the others.
Power is a crutch over which these people lust.
Craving deepening valleys of adherence and adoration.
Do not be blind to this sacrificial degradation.

Words as shields protect guilt drenched lies.
Open.
Open.
Open your eyes.
These people are snakes wearing a disguise.

I’m not here to be judge, jury and executioner.
These mistakes, well they form a part of you.
Can’t be changed as past is the past.
Doesn’t mean they have to haunt all that’s yet to pass.
For errors in judgement are just the human way.
We do as we do but sometimes it isn’t how it should be.
Burning bridges when we need them most.
Often it is to protect in the face of our nightmares.

If there was a serum would really want to down it whole?
Take what you’ve become and send it out to the cold.
Knowing that you have no idea if it will be worse or better.
Sometimes it is better to just brave whatever…
May come knocking at your door.
A number will close but each makes you stronger.
Perhaps you don’t see it for an age or two.
But in the end what matters is you reach where you want to.

Mistake are plenty as those who damn.
Yet few will ever be capable to admit they are the same.
Wading through the muck all so they can sling it.
Choices are personal but rarely prescient.
Afterall this clock is ticking away.
Race where we don’t know the end.
So we stumble often incredibly blindly.
But doesn’t change that each event is a learning moment.

Don’t beat yourself for each misstep.
We all take them on this path that we are forging.
Everyone’s journey is unique.
Bare that in mind rather than brand violently.
For it is better to be kind than right.
Righteousness seldom leads to a happy life.

Live your own way.
Don’t fade or hunt viciously.
Do the best you can.
Live for you are a flesh blood being.
Human!