What scares you more than you can say?
Your reflection staring oh so blankly.
Those eyes glazed over as if they’re dead.
Or some feeling as it comes creeping in.
Whatever it is i know it sends you cold.
Shiver running up and down your spine.
A cackle that unsettles your mind.
Makes your head snap when you hear a sound.
Real or something you’ve imagined.
No way to say and so you wish to run away.
Lock all the exits until such thoughts vacate.
But does your unease ever truly flee?
Cause it sounds like it does not to me.
Count down from ten but stop at three.
Again being watched crawls over thee.
Pushing you so close to the edge you just might slip.
That would be a one way trip.
Screaming as you go down into the pit.
Where darkness is all consuming.
And if you touch it you’re not moving.

Stare at perfection but it cannot be refined.
Corporeal in physicality that is seldom defined.
Take with one fist while you bestow with a smile.
Increase proficiency with the turn of a dial.

Dance on gravestones that mark up new life.
Watch heavens above for skies most aligned.
Power flows through the worthy effortlessly.
Nothing beyond this veil will ever cease to be.

Diagonal with demons cannot be resolved.
Wrenching at heart strings keeps all involved.
As parties in precipices come for the weak.
It is then they will be branded as the most meek.

Butchers and botherers horde their own lies.
Above is below to those who despise.
Upon wings of necessity ride moments of peace.
Bring forth these epiphanies before they cease.

Fresh coin into this old slot.
Pull the lever and watch it.
Spin around and around again.
Waiting for this to come to an end.
Just like our world will one day.
Do you think those times are far away?

Accelerated to our demise.
Watch us bleed out alive.
Pressure building in our heads.
Boom!
Now we are dead.

Step up or do not stand.
Envious cowards quake in their boots.
Counting sheep to drift away.
Desperate to forget how it could be.
While praying something may soon change.
Say a void opens and swallows everyone.

Accelerated to our demise.
Watch us bleed out alive.
Pressure building in our heads.
Boom!
Now we are dead.

Perforated semblance of peace shattered in tongues.
All a part of this activists plan gone wrong.
Plan A through F have been cast to the crows.
What remains is simply stumbling prose.
With a snort of abuse dolled out to the mass.
Yes this madness has been cast.
With devils and halos morphed into one.
Never replace parallels with designs yet unspun.

Accelerated to our demise.
Watch us bleed out alive.
Pressure building in our heads.
Boom!
Unwritten nothing.

Fuck all these corporations and their greed.
If life has taught me one thing,
Its that they need to bleed.

Fist to the face will fix their arrogance.
Cause blood on the concrete,
Might finally give them pause.

Sycophantic psycho hypocrites.
Mouth goes flap but its all bullshit.
Trying to appease without thought.
Cannot see we’re all over…

Every word they say.
Sick of all this misery.

They brought suffering to the masses.
Can’t manage to organise a god damned thing.
Blind to what’s right in front of them.
Cause a focus group didn’t shovel it in their mouth.
They can’t comprehend what is not clout.
Too busy being infants in big boy shoes.
No wonder we find you suits all to be a snooze.
You slithering snake skinned lying toads.
Only care is the bonus you get for your failures.

Fuck all these corporations and their greed.
If life has taught me one thing,
Its that they need to bleed.

Your face compliments my days.
Remorse I feel when you’re wasting away.
Cause sadness is not meant for you.
Smiling wide is how I imagine it too.
Yet times have changed and pieces don’t fit.
To be honest its all gone a bit crooked.
Like hands on a melted clock.
There is a ticking but its from a rock.
More bomb than way of telling time.
Your face is now caked in grime.
Paints the tale of how things have gone.
These new ways have turned out wrong.
Casting you to these soggy streets.
Forcing you to sleep amongst the bleak,
Souls who have become lost along their way.
That was never supposed to be your exit strategy.
Happiness was meant to sprout and grow.
Perhaps if I hadn’t left it might have been different though.
My voice shaking as I take the blame.
As ever you never do take aim.
Rather you just force a smile.
Bringing joy back in to rest.
So here I swear I will right these crimes against,
You that have robbed you of your best.

Perfect in the apocalypse.
Too bad you are twisted.
Ghosting friends to climb a ladder.
Superiority complex is your focus.

And you never learn.
You had time to earn.
Fashion something of your own making.
Instead you are determined to do the taking.
Siphon off what was never for you.
Every word out your mouth is a lie.

Riding high on your latest take.
Crooked soul with a snarling grin.
Snuffing hands before they can grasp.
Rage fuelled by your steroid injecting ass.

Cause you never learn.
But you had time to earn.
Form something with your two hands.
Instead you are determined to do the taking.
Ween off what was not meant for you.
All your actions are filled with hatred.

We tell ourselves lies just to be the hero.
If we don’t we might need to accept we’re zero.
A problem that refuses to change.
Grow to become something less vain.
It would be bliss if we just could.
Yet so far we’ve failed.
Still running in circles like chickens with no heads.
Keeping ourselves dosed up with plenty of meds.
Denying that we ever step over the line.
Only kidding ourselves that we are fine.
As demons cackle from both shoulders.
Repeating our mistakes as if we got orders.
Good little soldiers carrying out our fears.
Maybe we should get to the three cheers.
Proclaiming ourselves as saints in the sun.
While ruining some others run.
Picking them apart until they’re filled with self doubt.
Selfish taunts are all we do shout.
Clawing at wounds barely scabbed over.
Turning innocents into a twisted four leafed clovers.
Smiling at pain we’ve brought unto them.
It feeds us like an addiction to chems.

I’ve cried razorblades one too many times.
Chips in my armour have left me blind.
All these emotions are just like a maelstrom,
And my safe space has been bulldozed.

What do you do when the world is hungry?
Out for blood with no remorse.
Barbed wire stares that’ll drive you crazy.
Reality is you have to stay the course.
Take the beatings and carry on.
Build back stronger than anyone.
Transcend the stupidity that has taken hold.
Metamorphosise shit into gold.

Bastards and liars line up for applause.
They are but parasites begging for rewards.
Derail your efforts just for a laugh.
Unsurprisingly they are deaf, dumb and crass.
Egotists designed to sift out what’s right.
They get on nerves day and night.
With all that incessant whining they do.
Oh boo fucking, screw all of you!

I’ve cried razorblades one too many times.
Chips in my armour have left me blind.
All these emotions are just like a maelstrom,
And my safe space has been bulldozed.

Part out my intent.
Rob me blind then dig out more content.
Wrap in chains and leave me to be haunted.
All this wretched that you’ve all flaunted.
By putting a bag right over my head.
Kicking me down while wishing me dead.
Yet too spineless to actually complete the deed.
Unfortunate for all of you that now I am freed!

Retribution is coming and it’ll more than just sting.
In fact your head will soon ring.
Cause I’m going to make you regret all your crimes.
And no I won’t utter any sort of lines.
For you won’t see it coming I hope you know.
You’ll simply be gutted in front of your show.
Forgotten and forsaken like you wished for me.
Lets see how terrified I can make all of thee.

Fifteen years and I’m still standing even after all this dealing.

Smuggler with a blaster on my thigh.
Doing what I must just to stay alive.

Call me a rogue!

Starship made from old scraps and excess spare forgotten parts.

Glint in my eyes says I have an angle.
Lets see what fortune I might yet wangle.

Term me a pirate!

I’ve not thus far stolen even a single solitary possession.

Wry smile might claim one heart or a few.
Alongside my ruggish good looks too.

Survival is a golden rule.
Do not deviate or you’ll end up the fool.
For this life is no guarantee.
Stay young, move fast and you may out last,
Those who will want your hide.
Nearly as thick as a space slugs pride.
Thankfully far less foul smelling or sticky.
Best description is probably icky.

Label me a scoundrel!

I have manners I’ll have you know.
You might just see them before I go.

Run the wire from my brain.
It really can be quite a drain,
Upon my will from these eons passed.
Its what I get because I continue to last.
Not frozen or having been wrapped in steel.
Rather I maintained my naturally fleshy feel.
Modern science rejuvenated all I have ever been.
Forty thousands times and I’m still kicking.
Watching as each and every galaxy goes.
Everything else still has its death throes.
But quite miraculously not humanity.
These advances fixed us permanently.
Led us down a brighter path.
No longer consumed by our wrath.
Peace did flourish, as did we.
You would be right if you didn’t bet that way see.
As truth be told nor did I.
Its why I still find it remarkable we did fly.
Venture out amongst the stars.
Not to conquer all or to make it ours.
Rather to gaze upon, teach and learn.
It was and remains a marvelous turn.
Yet you might be wondering why the wire.
Well from time to time a copy might expire.
So a refresh keeps us all backed up.
Ensures we’ll never be anything but a full cup.
Alas I have rambled for quite some time.
How about we watch this expiry as we sip some fine wine?