This routine is a crutch.
Upon it you relay too much.
Digging in heels so you can continue the trend.
Under these forces any mind will eventually bend.
Conform to that which is so easy to repeat.
Becomes so rehearsed that its an instinctive release.

Harp on about another sleight.
All to try and engage in a zero fight.
Setting up obstacles to throw in your own way.
Self validation of how miserable your life can be.
All while ignoring that you are the cause.
Continuing to pretend that you have absolutely no flaws.

More you complain the faster the cycle.
Seeking no solutions is treason in kind.
Ferment in the torture to gain more notches.
Every one is proof of how life in unkind.
Stacking against but its all down to you.
Complain so much that it all comes true.

You’re never to blame.
Bad luck brings pain.
And trying is hard.
So better to follow in-action.
Wallow in mountains of self pity.
Trust soon eroded like a stone.
You wished for it and so now you’re alone.

Feast on what you brought unto yourself.
No helping hands will extend or offer you help.
Too little too late you screwed up bad.
This is what you get for bringing the mood down.
Pushing hopes right into the gutter.
We wave goodbye to being part of your endless misery.

I have a million things to say and no time to speak them.
Countless words in my head that won’t stop formulating.
Strange way to feel but no likelihood of it stopping.
Is this normal or am I quite strange?
Not a clue to answer either way.

So many feelings and none of them are fading.
I thought I would let them lie but it isn’t appealing.
Perhaps my mind will flip in the middle of a night.
Not sure if that would be blessing or curse.
Maybe it would make things worse.

Don’t try to think and yet these thoughts keep appearing.
Breaking through the vault that is my head reeling.
Pressure building up inside and it is what I have to hide.
Too many storms continue to spin.
Could completely do my head in.

Taking your first steps across these ashen plains.
Mountains cracking against molten skies.
Eyes focused toward the morphing horizon.
Clouds filled with acid and poison.

Calculated future with dictated variables.
Hands open as these new heavens fall.
Barely had a chance to begin development.
Already showing signs of ascending.

Fate is not your mark.
Guilt will fail to impart.
Peeled open to be thrust forward.
Too few candidates capable.
Chosen by the fearful.
Ready or not you’ll have to prosper.
Thankfully you are no martyr.
Genesis of a new avenue.
Spread your arms and embrace!

Barely a week has gone by and you’ve come this far.
Progress greater than a trillion soul civilization.
And your zenith is yet to be seen.
Climbing just by simply being.

A thousand worlds birthed in a breath.
Striving to conquer what is the best.
Evolving quicker than once thought possible.
Bringing peace where there was only flaws.

Weaving life by offering sincere smiles.
Beauty screams to join your side.
As forests thicken by the minute.
Coasts swell under each scorching sun.

Wake up, life is good yet some how you still feel removed.
Can’t put your finger on why you don’t feel right.
Sun is shining but your light doesn’t shine so bright.
Is this a phase or a sign that should been heeded?
Either way answers are definitely needed.

Gaze in the mirror looking for solutions of what you can’t say.
Tomorrow is here and its perhaps a better day.
Or are these feelings you are forcing to the fore?
While running mental circles that have you doubting more.
Triggers hidden just beneath the surface.

Everyone needs a friend.
A person to confide in.
Yet sometimes talking just won’t do.
That is when a hug should be what you offer them too.

Damage is past which is why it always hurts so much.
No matter time passed it doesn’t what was done.
Pain lessens but never the memories when thinking.
So we try not to dwell on what events did occur.
Otherwise sadness will grip forever.

And who wants that when they wish to smile?
No ones the answer and so we ignore the pile.
These emotions that keep mounting until we can take no more.
Then ready or not they are coming out all raw.
Tearing us up until that bout is spent completely.

Everyone needs a friend.
A person to confide in.
Yet sometimes talking just won’t do.
That is when a hug should be what you offer them too.

Global complacency has got me stuck in a rut.
Teetering on the edge of wanting to not give a fuck.
As the madness keeps rising in this maelstrom state.
An avalanche comes crashing every second with hate.
Pushing peace into a shallow grave.

Juxtaposition has become the religion of today.
Having to be at odds all while embracing decay.
Rather than listen its all about who shouts loudest.
Obsession is ingrained by those who are proudest.
Subjugating justice until it withers away.

Implication has become proof in the eyes of this mob.
Raise these pitchforks until the innocent are not.
Persecution is the first letter in every new treaty.
Justified because that is what sells the highest quantity.
Twisting beauty into tortured entropy.

Kill or be killed, what a way to wish to survive.
Damage is done and I can’t get out of this drive.
Succumbed like the rest and I feel so hollow.

Derailed in derangement.
It feels like a contagion.
Breathing in this poison known as modern society.
As vultures circle ready to pick our bones.
Conversion of rational thinking into cult mentality.

Inaction is the only action.

Merry-go-round of depravity.
Placing idiocy above ingenuity.
Brainwashing those who resist the pressure to conform.
Racial profiling lobbied to become a norm.
Drive a wedge to multiply odds of our extinction.

Divided down to a fraction.

Telegraph that which nets you eyes.
No care for if its negativity enshrined.
As daggers swing right above our heads.
Forcing madness into every fibre we digest.
And if we do not feed then we are force fed.
Choked until we do submit.
For upon this altar all lives are forfeit.

What a disaster.
Breeding contempt.
Staring into this void.
Existence has become a deficit.

Standing alone in a crowded room.
Wishing to shed my skin to escape what feels like a tomb.
Heavy weight resides inside my chest.
Eyes looking down does not fix all of this overwhelming feeling.

As time slows to a crawl.
I silently beg for a call.
Distraction from my mind.
Get out clause in real time.
Before my heart bursts from my chest!

Taking breathes that do no good.
Distance maintained in hopes I might be able to slip away.
People shout my name to get me to stay.
Forced smile hides my terror as words are lost by my pounding pulse.

Funnel my panic into a pit.
Barter with my own mentality.
Determined to suffer through.
Just need to stay for a few.
Keep my expression even so no one will know,

My fear at being here.
It is more than a little severe.
Feels like water in my lungs.
Drowning while standing on dry land.
As my heart rate continues to climb.
War drum beating me into nothing!

You are a parable.
Filled with false glory.
No victory in this fable.
Your story will go incomplete.
Lacking foresight.
Cheated your way to pole position.
In this race with no end.
Stuck in a marathon of pretend!

Rewind to your alleged origin.
Former lord having suffered poisoning.
Found next morn dead in his sheets.
Investigation ended quite incomplete.
Yet tensions between you and he were well documented.
More a half dozen spoke to confirm it was not invented.
Maybe you hoped to climb up societies ladder.
Instead you were reassigned and that made you madder.

One day your scout party did all die.
You the sole survivor with no good explanation why.
Plot thickened when a witness claimed you were running away.
A smile on your face and one week later the witness vanished suddenly.
Only a letter claimed it to be a lie.
Again no evidence to nail you for good.
Status shifted as public stories championed your survival.
Borderline messianic when peasants heralded your arrival.

Though you could not see your card was marked.
Believed your own hype gave you carte blanche.
Conspired to fell the royal bloodline and claim the throne.
Replace one tyrant with another one.
Blinded by your lust for power you did not watch the west tower.
So when the tyrant line fell to your blade,
True saviours were lying in wait.
You held the crown but never occupied the seat.

Struck down.
Ended before you could begin your reign.
Expunged by your own hubris and narcissism.
But a footnote in the tome of history.
One destined to be all but forgotten.

Waking in this grave of greed.
Crawling free on hands and knees.
Drenched in the viscera of mistakes.
Hands refuse to stop their shakes.
As voices bicker inside my head.
Fetid air stinging my already burning lungs.
Cannot even reach the lowest of rungs.
Ladder a parallel to my position in life.
Pity there isn’t even a rusty knife.
To cut away the stench which clings so tight.
Somewhere along this path I deviated from what is right.

Devotion rang a bell most deafening.
Cleaned up I still reek of being rotten.
Sickening to think that I carry on.
Alone in this shell of societal suffering.
Hollowed out planet that can give nothing.
Our species gutted Eden!
I stand as the last vestige of what’s been done.
Too many souls inhabiting a single form.
Conglomerate entity that must struggle on.
Against my will and all I crave.
Eternal punishment as the host and slave.

Decaying fodder is all that remains.
Atmosphere too screwed to go up in flames.
Leaving me to walk through these haunted streets.
The many me’s passing comment.
Anecdotes from their once blissful lives.
Never considered it would end up consumed by flies.
With no survivors but this reanimated me.
Cannot die and so will have to survey until inevitable entropy.
No choice rests within this husk.
Wander this crust from dawn ’til dusk.
Killing time until our sun’s unmaking.

Smile at this dreadful reunion.
Final supper.
Drinking from your poisoned communion.
With hearts on bone China plates.
Every detail feasts on attendees mistakes.
Squandered chances sold for dreams.
Upon this stone altar rings violent screams.

Desiccated forms lie in travesty.
Suicide dance.
Force feeding guests their own heresy.
Minds locked in a terror state.
Drowning as they fixate on what they hate.
Eyes peeled unable to look away.
Termination of another torturous day.

Smashed against rocks.
Compressed by universal weight.
Crawling upon broken knees.
Begging to be unleashed and set free.

Resist this curse woven so deep.
Break this spell and usurp defeat.
For no future is predetermined.
Rage against those who promise to make you unburdened.
Liars and scoundrels hiding in plain sight.
Reclaim your piece of mind.
Don’t let them take your peace in life.