It might be a dream but its better than having nothing.
I’ve felt that emptiness and its souls destroying.
Sucking you dry until all that remains is a void.
Leaving such a wound is pitiful by choice.

Giving up without risking makes me feel carved open.
Only letting in a trickle means its barely a token.
Might as well deny yourself any chance of happiness.
Cause that is what you are deciding.

Take a gamble, it might pay off.
Hold those close even if its not written in the stars.
Reciprocity doesn’t have to be received.
Sometimes all you need is to have another in which to believe.

Hold to your chest.
Memory can be best.
Smile on their face.
A flutter from your times and place.
Fleeting or so much more.
Doesn’t matter if you feel warm.
Sense of caring, wishing them well.
Their importance is all that matters now.

Take a gamble, it might pay off.
Hold those close even if its not written in the stars.
Reciprocity doesn’t have to be received.
Sometimes all you need is to have another in which to believe.

Call them friend, acquaintance or family.
Sometimes they are all three.
But if they aren’t it changes not one thing.
For if they matter then they are everything!

Always wanting what you cannot have.
Daunting senses that I can’t grab.
Propaganda written in the wheat.
Darkest days are far from obsolete.

So why all the fighting?
What do we strive for?
If everything is beyond our grasp, what’s the point anymore?

Cause without a goal we float like leaves.
Pointless for we have been severed clean.
Our time spent and this our decay.
Ending to our finite story.

Who is the victor, I do not know.
Unwrap conviction to reveal a bow.
Drawn out but never completely spent.
Build upon the backs of a giant serpent.

So why all the fighting?
What do we strive for?
If everything is beyond our grasp, what’s the point anymore?

Cause without a goal we float like leaves.
Pointless for we have been severed clean.
Our time spent and this our decay.
Ending to our finite story.

Was it good or a catastrophe?
Judgement rendered two by three.
Lined us up and then bowled us over.
Smiling at a forged four leaf clover.
Where rot is norm and saints are wrong.
Faintest line along which to carry on.
Studying faults that just won’t leave.
All backed up by another’s greed.

Each person I lose chips a little more of me away.
Occasionally I wonder will I be nothing some day.
Yet with all these blows I keep on moving.
Not always smooth or to my choosing.
Head reeling from all the noise.
Silence please so I can make a choice.

Pain runs deep and I hate it still.
Each new wound leaves me feeling ill.
Eyes glazed over yet still filled with hope.
Upon these burning shores I begin to choke.
On all the ashes of what has come before.
No I refuse to ask to be subjected to more.

Not asking for much in the grand scheme.
Still feels like any reward might be a dream.
Friend at my side who actually has my back.
Rather than a sharp bladed knife from the rack.
Precursor to the inevitable cut and run.
Leaving me alone without any fucking one.

Regret is a song that has no ability to soothe.
Instead it repeats as if it has something to prove.
Maybe its betrayal and that’s why its so loud.
Only disloyalty ever echoes this proud.
Daring to pretend every word’s not a lie.
Even as the text says this is my final goodbye.

Offer a hand only for it to be taken with greed.
Bitten as if I was some animal upon which to feed.
Trapped in a cage that I can never escape.
This isolation yearns to fill me with hate.
Still I wish to live as a kind man.
Even as life continues to hand me a lonely ban.

Life finds a way.
Regardless of limits we implement in our decay.
Time might be short.
Doesn’t mean dreams are something we should abort.

Don’t let hope fade out your eyes.
Too long has so much been allowed to slide.
And now each day is a struggle to survive.
Bad news turns to worse as madness is given flight.
Its why so many of us are exhausted.
Sick of violence we want it aborted.
Rest is what calls to our weary bones.
But its likelihood is looking slim.
Catastrophe then strikes again.
Feeding murder in all degrees.
Silencing freedom with depravity.
Psycho dance around the altar.
Another cult wishing to bring slaughter.
With vile obsession in the fore.
Space you want is cleaved and torn.
Justice is now turned to stone.

There is no escape.
Damage is done.
Pollution is king.
Progress has been undone.

Achievements dying in the sun!

Dragged through the darkest mass.
Open hand closes fast.
Crushing souls who only want to live.
Future ruin is what those in power give.

With a cut of the chord.
Turn intelligence into stupidity.
Dereliction of what we all could be!

I want peace for a while.
War is no longer my style.
For time has dulled this will.
Moulded me into a warmer man.

Delicate is this balance.
Unmake haste and take your time.
Poison lies in this chalice.
Erosion does not fix a crime.
For what goes forward can’t go back.
Deicide has become like crack.
Just one hit and the addiction won’t go away.
Feeding off our violent narcissistic tyranny.

Kill this broadcast.
Terminate us like a bad feed.
Systematic removal like a parasitic worm.
Detection is now guaranteed to bleed…
These sessions have become our waking nightmare!

Idealist long broken into martyr.
Positivity twinned with Firestarter.
Siphon hope and sell it cheap.
Hard work has been sentenced to the deep.
With no escape from these weighted shackles!

Ascendancy crushed like broken glass.
Swallow it now or choke on the past.
Idiosyncrasies championed by dull lights.
Long past sold are all our human rights.
An easy exchange in our collective eyes.
But couldn’t see how it spelled demise.
So now we wallow in this shit.
Eternal struggle and we are the ones always funding it.

I wanted peace but it won’t come.
War might not be my style but I can’t overcome…
And so my will must be reforged.
This warmer side once more scorned.

Head might be a mess.
Could be fear or stress.
No matter the cause I wouldn’t change a thing.
For I prefer to be feeling.
Cutting the flow only nukes my soul into oblivion.
Severed I am barely a being.
Just a form that keeps on floating.
Refusing to stay laid out on the floor.
Stubbornness is how I persevere.

Might be I’m broken.
Could be I’m a psycho.
Rather have hopes than be a gutted human.
Locked in a shadow.
Trapped in a cage I fashioned to be contained.
Sad semblance that isn’t easy.
Never sure if I should stay or go.
Confliction fighting against control.
Building and rebuilding when I need to.

Down but not quite out.
Kicked to within an inch of life.
Still too me to think about throwing in the towel.
Body is battered but won’t fail.
Fragile I fight as if I am invincible.
No matter the cost.
I refuse to be lost.
Even if running in circles is my destiny.
I will continue on my determined way.

Everyone’s a resource.
Nothing has a soul.
Walking fucking cash cows others want to control.
Sell your soul for money.
Give up on your dreams.
Doesn’t matter how hard you work when its all for corporate greed.

Sanity has been evicted.
People as products is where we are afflicted.
Farming out identities to get another round of clicks.
Digitising every moment all so it can be dissected.

Remember when life was about living?
Not so locked in on gaining more for others approving.
Pandering to scammers who steal from both sides.
Short term gain no matter of the pain that’s applied.

Each of us is a unit.
Current value dictates our worth.
Important only as long as we sell at our highest value.
Reduced to nothing but a number.
Ever trying to beat this tide.
This profiteering is killing our nature from the inside.

Like a bird trying to fly with a clipped wing.
We turn love into a hate stream.
Spewing bile out into the void.
Attracting others to our vitriolic amphitheater.

Too much pain resonates to the top.
A mountain of garbage to which we flock.
Bleeding dry hope and kindness.
Empathy decried for being as obsolete as integrity.

What a state to wallow in.
Smiling vicious as we beat our kin.
Removing love so that more agony can form.
Blackened eyes watch like hawks.
All these bastards love to squawk.
Ready to deliver hooks that steal our form.

Support and adoration catfished with sleaze.
Twist positivity until we bleed.
Severing joy to keep us desperate.
Loneliness is an exploited constant.

I turn around but no ones there.
Alone I sit and sadly stare.
Walls rising all around.
Maybe I’m just sinking down.
Being lost in my head.
Feeding despair that should not be fed.
Adding weight onto my back.
Stabbing myself until I crack.

Am I the problem?
Root cause of this.
At a loss and confusing myself.
Down and out before I had my self.
Quarantined in this wide world.
Monster without direction.

See emptiness and go numb.
Longer I go the worse I become.
Shadow of a man who once stood.
Just wanting someone who is good.
Instead of falling into a honey trap.
Banging at the walls hoping to get back.
Hold my destiny rather than be watching it.
Sanity converted to worthless credit.

Am I the problem?
Root cause of this.
At a loss and confusing myself.
Down and out before I had my self.
Quarantined in this wide world.
Monster without direction.

Pressure in my head is building and sending me blind.
So limited is my view not even the villain at the end of my nose can I find.
Mirror revealing every flaw I hold dear.
Overthinking tendencies that keep me in fear.

Shatter these shackles.
Rail against the bonds.
Fixation on darkness to keep me in control.
Soothing the throb that keeps me reeling.
I’m not sick, just trapped in this feeling!

Paralysed by mistakes I cannot rewrite.
A lie tells me I could’ve altered things if only I’d tried to fight.
Grasping these decisions like wounds.
I need to release the past before it completely consumes.

Shatter these shackles.
Rail against the bonds.
Fixation on darkness to keep me in control.
Soothing the throb that keeps me reeling.
I’m not sick, just trapped in this feeling!

Cut this decay.
Find peace in accepting where I stand currently.
Lay past to rest.
Welcome this present.
Build upon who I am now.
Don’t retread rose tinted stupidity.
Cherry picked form that never did exist.

Shedding these chains.
Working on my flaws.
This life is a journey, don’t make it a chore.
For every dark needs a light or shadows will swallow them whole.
Remove identity until you have existence no more.

Regardless of party both sides continue to fail.
Screwing the electorate as they repeatedly flail.

Manipulation at the edges that never tackle the core.
Every word out an MP’s mouth is a self serving bore.
Dodging the question to deliver a party line.
Placations and platitudes to assure all is fine.
If that was true then why is struggle the norm for so many?
Continuing with actions that waste so many a penny.
Ballooning budgets followed by grotesque cuts.
Is there any of you capable of not fumbling like a klutz?

Both sides of the coin haven’t got a course of action.
Its as if your brain cells total a pathetic fraction.

Robbing the poor to bolster those with so much.
Pandering to the rich has become an enormous crutch.
Yet they cannot keep you in these seats you desire.
Betray us harshly and you face our voting ire.
Pity your class is crammed with fools, zealots and thieves.
We’re sick and tired of your cliched sleaze.
Repeating the brainlessness of all those who came before.
Just tweaking the formula hoping someday we won’t notice anymore.

Regardless of party both sides continue to fail.
Screwing the electorate as they repeatedly flail.
Both sides of the coin haven’t got a course of action.
Its as if your brain cells total a pathetic fraction.

So save your words and show proof with actions.
If any of you had the guts it would be historic.
Rather you want to frolic as if everything is bucolic.