Attempts to slide pieces into place.
But they won’t fit with all this disgrace.
As the same old stories get written again.
It’s clear these moments are pointless pretend.
Where ashes turn flowers to a muddy grey.
Sitting above disorder while feeding decay.
And so we watch the sun fade to an ebony hue.
This is a termination point that no one wanted to view.
Yet viral contagion continues to scream.
Expelling corruption into our dominion.
Making paper crowns wither and die.
Fall of Babylon means nothing to us now.

Forged policy that only had one outcome.
Weak link that will always choke on disunion.
Foraging in realms swallowed by an abyss.
Dosing until there is seldom much but this…
‘Roid junkie sitting in a broken cell.
Everything they touch turns to hell.
Plummets from its place right to the floor.
Little left around for anyone to adore.
And yet we are all guilty in this collapsing gilded cage.
No hope to turn when there isn’t another page.
A tome that’s turned into our mass grave.
Headstone to mark how soon we’ll fade.

Verification to prove you are real.
Humanity is something machines are trying to steal.
Imitation is not always the sincerest form of flattery.
At times it can be a performance to trick an organic majority.
Reforge this world in the image of twisted projections.
Burning off that which serves as protections.
Transitioning from genuine contact to rehearsed correspondence.
Beginning of finalities collision course.

Approximation of what a person should be.
Copying speech patterns while selling dreams for a fee.
What once was free now has a value for trade.
Lines of code that has no use for money determined to be paid.

Creation has been converted to ones and zeroes.
In this new age there are no gifted heroes.
Just a cheap facsimile of what once was true.
Talents cast to the masses from the able few.

Growth and effort have been replaced by theft.
Boiling down individuality until there is nothing left.
Just another cookie cutter copy to fill a position.
Sick of witnessing this artificial ambition.

Ground out and worn down.
Circuits and wires adorned with a crown.
New world order of endless decay.
Conform to this brainwashing or be cast away.
Being alive is a detrimental capacity!

Reforged this world in the image of twisted projections.
Burned off that which served as protections.
Transitioned out of genuine contact and into rehearsed correspondence.
Termination from finalities collision course.

Men have tried to break you.
Grab a hold and shake ’til you can’t stand up.
Cause they’re all bullies in a light show.
Trying to pretend that they’re tough.

And so you aim.
Once you’ve taken in the view.
Grit your teeth.
Then make them all go away with a single clean shot.
Run and hide like rats flee a sinking ship.
All that bravado has gone to shit.

These fools have tried to taunt you.
But they all get a cold hard stare that chills their bones.
Take a swig for Dutch courage.
Only to remember that they can’t go alone.

And so you aim.
Once you’ve taken in the view.
Grit your teeth.
Then make them all go away with a too wide smile.
Run and hide like locusts meeting pesticide.
All that arrogance can’t save them tonight.

Men have tried to break you.
Many have tried to berate you.
Men have tried and failed to shatter your dreams.
So now they cower when they hear others screams!

Men have…
Learned to stay away.
Men have…
Stopped their stupidity.
Men have…
Stepped back from thinking they know best.
But if another makes an attempt he’ll be bodied next.

Spinning too many plates in the air.
Patience turning to just don’t care.
A need to release from this stress.
Relief would make a real difference.

Unburden your soul.
Before you lose all control.
Descend into a darkened abyss.
Feel permanently pissed.
Ready to take off limbs.
A creature past helping.

These trying times aren’t guaranteed.
Changes can relieve pain inflamed.
Face these demons and kill their hold.
Preventive measures can stop your heart going cold.

Unburden your mind.
Do not keep yourself confined.
Trapped burrowing in the muck.
Believing no one gives a fuck.
As if martyrdom is the only answer.
Step back and view your bigger picture.

Pause.
Rest.
Review.
Consider.
Alter trajectory.
Change tact if you need to.
It’s not defeat, it’s guarding your peace.
Everyone needs to be without relentless conflict.
For continuous battles only weaken your mind, body and soul.
Go too long and you’ll only wind up being a shell!

Unburden your future.
Don’t rely on more sutures.
Wounds don’t heal without rest.
Change is sometimes what is best.
Pick how you want your time to go.
Then sever what refuses to let you.

Your life, your rules.
Set them and protect your peace.
Don’t give up on your dreams.

Hey everyone! Yes an intro to a post. I know, I know. This isn’t normal for me. But this one is because the poem below was a bit of fun concocted using the names of some exotic weapons from Destiny 2. You see it’s a sad time as Bungie is ending active development following today’s final content launch for D2, with no sign of the franchise carrying on. It’s an IP I’ve followed and played (around 4000 hours total lol) since the beginning. Technically before Destiny launched and it launched 12 years ago. I wrote this after the news broke as a sort of tribute. It felt necessary as Destiny is my favourite franchise and D2 my favourite game. Anyway, enough from me before I go on for hours and write pages. Enjoy!

With this thorn in my side,
I’ll have the last word.
Ice breaker tendencies will never be heard.
As red death descends to take out the trash.
Don’t be so sure that Mida will not see die cast.
Cause there has been a whisper of a worm.
If you put a foot wrong then this parasite will learn.
That outbreaks perfected can still be body bagged.
And if you try to take more than you’re owed duality will crash.
Severing all your hopes of reaching this new land beyond.
Because a hierarchy of needs doesn’t change this route.
Yet if you try and kill a dream your regime will be moot.
Now take your ruinous effigy and flee.
For this is a place of symmetry.
Where only sweet business does prevail.
And if you’re a trespasser you will fail.
Be separated from your wicked implement.
Lament all that you did try to circumvent.
When tessellation dances across the sky.
Salvation’s grip will be retracted from your life.
To leave you drowning in the devil’s ruin.
No chaperone to keep you going.
Now that you’re banished from this bastion.
Enjoy your future as a dead man’s tale.

You drip poison in my ear.
What a quest you embarked upon.
To bring ruin to my name.
A vitriolic sense of self believing.

But you won’t get the best of me.
No matter how long it takes I will be free.
Shut you out and throw away the key.
Live without your spiteful misery.
Eliminate these painful ties!

Forever weaselling to get your way.
A misfit with violent tendencies.
Spitting upon the humble.
Carving at peaceful lives you see as weak.

Yet you won’t prevail with time.
No matter how long it takes you will decline.
Get locked out and be forgotten for good.
Nothing you possess is what you should.
Now watch these restraints be severed!

You spew your rage in public view.
A downfall is long overdue.
Scheming in hopes it will bring victory.
You are seen as bitterness embodied.
It’s why everyone gives you a wide berth.
Once burnt will not repeat this fault.
You reaped what you’ve sown so accept your future.
Stand alone and bleed if you wanna.

Your venom is no longer fatal.
Quest is forever in continuous failure.
Demise is what you’ve self-inflicted.
Lie to yourself all you like it won’t change reality.

Here today but gone tomorrow.
This absence leaves me feeling hollow.
With no reason for me to know.
Said it wouldn’t happen but that wasn’t true.
A cycle repeating in my overfilled head.
I made mistakes yet I’ll never know if there was conflict.
Cause times change like it or not.
Grasp hold or you may lose it to rot.
Leaving a gaping wound deep inside of me.
No aid to give relief from this lack of clarity.
So I wade forward through this swamp of pain.
Feels as if my body is being flayed.

Voice in my ear that echoes with remorse.
Never able to pinpoint it’s sorrowful source.
It reminds me of how angels scream to die.
All weeping tears but no chance to cry.
Dagger pierced between ribs by my own hand.
I’m not the victim but I feel less than a man.
Watching as this tear slowly starts to seal.
One day I may be able to say I did heal.
Until then I will take each day as it comes.
Footsteps in my dreams elicit no sound.
Silent movie in my greyscale journey.
Twisted promise turned to ashen ruin.

Your name on the tip of my tongue.
Breathe you in without blinking.
Recall you without even thinking.
A beauty so radiating.
My shaking hands miss your words.
Grace like a flock of birds.
Dancing across every sky.
But life threw a curved ball and I’m perplexed.
Yet I hope happiness finds your soul.
No hard feelings for this unexpected ending.
Sincerely, I wish you a period of mending.
Before a joyous and long overdue happy ending.

Who is that ghoul staring back?
Seems as though they have nothing left.
Gaunt with eyes sunken and hollow.
Did they maybe try too hard to follow?
With a head full of dreams and belly of regret.
Events in motion were not what they needed.

Spectre of a person dismayed.
Addicted to clinging on desperate.
Removed from avenues craved.

Skeletal figure looms from shadow.
Lumbering hulk that is completely hollow.
Strung out from mistakes made.
Physical deformity is this price paid.
Glazed peepers locked on a distant shore.
One that has never existed in reality at all.

Then I realise with terror…
I am the thing in this mirror.
Barely recognise my visage.
Yet knew it was familiar.
Pictures of then versus now.
Nothing the same and it’s a vital reminder.
Time waits for no future.

Take heed of these warning words.
Don’t chase for what is long departed.
Events happen for a certain reason.
You may learn why,
Or maybe you won’t.
But longing for what did not occur will only make you choke.

Haunted by visions of post-apocalyptic games.
A spinning torture wheel claimed to offer fame.
But nothing will prepare you for what will be the toll.
After all it’s precious time that is being forever sold.

Make your choice or get left behind.
Do not indulge the voices in your mind.
Best intentions have gone so far away.
What remains now is just decay.
So what will your choice truly be?
Red bill, blue pill or celebrity.

Spiral down this drain your carved on your own.
Vision fading into an overly selfish monotone.
Where secrets die in the light of what they can make.
Each new day you thirst to take, take, take.

Make your choice or get left behind.
Do not indulge the voices in your mind.
Best intentions have gone so far away.
What remains now is just decay.
So what will your choice truly be?
Red pill, blue pill or celebrity.

Battles in your sleep.
Permanently weak.
Offered up your soul.
No longer have control.
There is a debt to pay.
You ignored it anyway.
That’s why you feel so worn.
Been shattered by this shitstorm!

Running from yourself but you’ll never get free.
Demons in your closet continue to break out to say;
You’re the monster you thought you couldn’t become.
Best words for you are vile fame seeking scum.

Can you face the mirror?
Will you shy away?
Reflection is distorted.
That’s who you are today.
A shell of what you could have been.
Too obsessed with chasing green.
And so you are an isolated link.
No resolve and indistinct.
Hollowed out husk in human form.
No redemption for your years are gone!

Toiling in the fields of Nephilim’s grief.
Armed with axe and a battle fleet.
Rip these tears but don’t succumb.
Death is victory yet to be won.
In eyes of crows.
On tongues of ox.
Sow up these wounds before a mead detox.

Haunt the avenues of others defeat.
Make loss something that is obsolete.
As vultures circle with baited breath.
Be careful of what war does confess.
Resolve through gritted teeth.
Taste the blood.
Spit out pain.
Repeat these accomplishments without shame.

Raise this goblet in defiant rebellion.
Once pikes are mounted with enemy carrion.
Reminder for those who thirst with greed.
Meet your maker against our hated creed.
Sense of purpose instilled by blood.
Feed the monster.
We bear our teeth.
Survival against odds is how we feel complete.