Being force-fed another line.
But I’m not buying in this time.
Had your chances and they’ve been eroded away.
This is where I exit rather than stay.
For your talk is cheap but your statements are thinner.
Sick of putting up with your insidious nature.

Lapped up your falsified love.
But now I see you’ve got none to give.
Endgame was for it to all revolve around you.
No satisfaction with what I would say or do.
Body language of a ghoul hiding in pretty skin.
All your words are something I’ll no longer have to hear.

Sacrifice is not in your vocabulary.
Compromise is a concept that makes you lash out with cruelty.
Choking independence under an oppressive wave that’s entirely self-serving.
No thought about others or who you might be hurting.

To not see you again is actual bliss.
Don’t have to put up with your venomous kiss.
Every narrative being about how you can barely survive.
All while draining out those around you’s lives.
While holding about as much empathy as a bullet to the head.
You will never be the only one who has bled.

Freedom is a cure that cannot be replaced.
No longer feeling numb and disgraced.
Amazing to hold joy in your hand.
Rather than being told you have never struggled to stand.
What sort of viciousness does that take?
Who cares anymore for I am released from said state.

Your venomous kiss is something I won’t miss.
Your venomous kiss did all of this.

Standing on the cusp of oblivion.
All on sides are parties of every division.
Trudging through mires filled to the brim.
Engagement births yet another sin.
Damning the many to be slaves to so few.
Stronger the resistance the tighter this fist closes too.
As fires rage in hearts condemned to struggle.
Hierarchies continue to huddle.
Dolling out exclusions to welcome more in.
Closed net mentality with a vicious spin.

Segregating families down faithful lines.
Clear we have entered disastrous times.
Noose round necks only wanting rest.
While others get holes carved in their chests.
Damnation is a constant eroding rights away.
Institutions demanding to get on knees and prey.
But damage is already properly secured.
As for too long it was completely ignored.
So this rot is too deep to save even one thing.
That glow on the horizon is an ending.

Having swallowed hate that was amplified.
Neighbour betrays neighbour but its justified.
Words of oppressors extolling more control.
They’ll say anything to not pay their toll.
Better to use than to give up this leash.
Cause there is no getting rich off of peace.
Lies as commandments written in innocent blood.
Prelude to this world changing flood.
What will wipe all of this completely away.
Yet somehow what will survive is this growing decay.

Looking for peace and serenity.
Period of bliss without entropy.
Mirror to flip this chaos upside-down.
Eliminate whatever makes me frown.
Live in a dream that never has an end.
Dwell as I wish but it not be pretend.
Swim through an ocean of possibility.
Singing songs that provide meaning to me.
Blocking out darkness that does no good.
Rather be smiling than drowning in blood.

Searching for quiet and calm.
Rather than another screeching alarm.
For normality has become so stale.
Better to dance behind a shrouded veil.
Breathing life into colour and shape.
Not quelching joy as if its a mistake.
Because brevity is what makes days light.
Which is so much better than a fight.
As life is for living and not feeling trapped.
To exist is drift as if you’ve been scrapped.

Focus on incredulity rather than despair.
Inhale to exhale which clears this air.
As to hasten is to lose oneself in a rush.
Pointless rampages that bring a crush.
Benefiting no one in these grand designs.
Ones that sit amongst ancient shrines.
Reminding that progress is not all that needs to be.
Because it to better to look and actually see.
Rather than wade through rivers of corrupting slim.
For each one of us has an unknown amount of time.

Soldiers marching off to war.
More existences filled with gore.
Everywhere you look there’s a reminder.
This world is never growing kinder.
As bodies fill up the mortuaries.
Fathers, sons, mothers and daughters.
No thought for those being slaughtered.
Upon this altar of greedy self-destruction.
Progress swapped for stagnation.

Madness has long since be welcomed in the door.
Full swing embrace of adoring every flaw.
Without considering any global cost.
Seems intelligence will soon be lost.
Devolution back to more primitive times.
Failing to meet potential that was within grasp.
Content with the malcontent of falling fast.
Head on collision anyone can see.
Obliteration through ignoring constantly.

Is this a beginning of an end too soon?
Hastened by our rigid outdated system.
Smiling as our arrogance impales longevity.
Repentance won’t bring the rapture.
No matter what we can’t prepare…
For the collective slash of our throats.
It’ll choke off our final notes.
Stained by decay that we’ve brought.
Legacy of squander wrought.

Trading souls for more likes.
While foregoing all our rights.
Dopamine hit that fades too quick.
Getting desperate for a hit.
Junkie with a worse addiction.
Society trapped by this affliction.
Of feeding off hate and pain.
Enough to drive us all insane.
From this popularity contest on a mass scale.
Conform or you will be condemned to fail.

Feasting on bile to get our kicks.
Civilization is about measuring dicks.
A competition with no conclusion.
It breeds nothing but disillusion.
Bullying circle where everyone piles in.
Ridicule with harassment is the new religion.
Driving suicides to all new heights.
There isn’t a day without pointless fights.
As infamy becomes the currency wanted most.
Reality will soon be little more than a forgotten ghost.

Here today and gone tomorrow.
Languish in this place so hollow.
As I lay a kiss upon this searing star.
Falling short rather than going far.
Without a source to fill my cup.
Down again in a flooded rut.
Gasping when I dare to breathe.
Could do with being granted some reprieve.
From this pattern that saps my soul.
Detaching me from all forms of control.
While onlookers stand without a care.
This pattern on the verge of embracing despair.

What is the cure?

Saddened shell looms in dark alone.
In my dying flesh I feel like a clone.
Observing from high and oh so distant.
Treated as though I am a miscreant.
Drained of my senses.
Trapped in forms of past tenses.
Retreading ground that is crumbling away.
Isolation has locked me out perpetually.
An hour glass that refuses to cease.
Every hour I wake with suffocating grief.
Knot in my stomach tightening more.
My existence has become a planet sized sore.

Where is my peace?
Will it ever come?
Is there a cure for what I’m feeling?

Losing substance in my reflection.
No matter my movement I have no direction.
Floating in a void I call purgatory.
A waiting room singularity.
Lost within emotions that won’t relent.
All my energy has been spent.
While hands grasp at my extended fringes.
I am nowhere and everywhere all at once.
Not sure what is and is not true.
I hear at voice but it’s neither me or you.
Just a ripple flowing from out the ether.
Defeated I surrender accepting there’s no peace here.

Acceptance is the key to a cure.

Stir with a start convinced I heard a lie.
For I am alone devoid of sanity or ally.
Incredulity erupts as a twin stands in my face.
Smile dispels all of my oceans of disgrace.
Then when a hand rests on my shoulder I cry.
Forgiveness has been offered in by darkest side.
Weight off my back fills me with peace.
This is how it feels to be filled with relief.
As all around the void turns to view.
Didn’t think this would make me feel brand new.
A fresh start without all the baggage.
Time to embrace and live no matter what comes.

Serve upon a silver platter every ounce of me.
Far from perfect as I try to survive each day.
But talons always lance through my flesh.
Agonising over what might be next.
My mind descends into a jumble.
Overthink and so I fumble.
Land myself in a sealed box, drowning.
Instead of speaking I am mouthing.
Sick of this ripping…

Heart from my chest.
I still can’t confess.
Damage done.
Finality without conclusion.

Mind swimming in a gutter of filthy decay.
Fighting for a future that drifts further away.
As whispers lure me deeper into the waves.
Feel I might be going crazed.
Counting opportunities I failed to view.
More than just a few.
Struggling to stay on a better route.
And so I am going mute.
Hollowed by wrenching…

Heart from my chest.
I still can’t confess.
Damage done.
Finality without conclusion.

Silence would be a blessing.
For I can’t hear anything.
Too much noise in my mind.
Making direction impossible to find.
Is there a path forward for me?
Or am I trapped in this cardiectomy?

Pulse fading to jaded coal.
Either romantic or fool.
Spinning within my form.
Body, like mind, is tattered and torn.
Where is right in this sea of wrong?

Heart no longer in my chest.
Yet I still can’t confess.
Damage done.
Finality without conclusion.

First world nation that never was.
Pinned itself with the moniker just because.
All the hardware without any tenacity.
New nation repeating old world stupidity.
With no victories of it’s very own.
Trying to rewrite history to maintain it’s self-appointed throne.
Yet progress is like a snail with salt in its wounds.

Third world catastrophe blooms again.
Not convinced this childish behaviour will ever end.
Blurting statements as if doing so makes them true.
Try as might it doesn’t mean you have a clue.
Removing democracies to install dictatorships of your choosing.
Only for them to come back and show you’re losing.
Can you modernise into a cohesive union?

Pushing your fake ethics with mountains of pride.
Learned nothing from histories tumultuous ride.
Empires rise only to eventually fall.
Their days are done but apparently you didn’t get the memo.
For you invoke treaties only to benefit you.
While the narrative is that we needed you too.
Not how history will remember these revisions you spew.

Advocating beliefs you don’t even believe or follow.
More rhetoric spoken that is utterly hollow.
So you can preach to maintain an appearance.
Pledging while showcasing a lack of adherence.
Outdated tenets written don’t mean a damn.
Except when they bolster your antique thinking.
You really to shut up and stop fucking speaking!

You’re the child and prove it every day.
Haven’t a clue which is evident to say.
At least the rest of us admit our histories are vile.
Weren’t you meant to build something less puerile?
Failed categorically to every degree.
Maybe your isolation would be best for everybody.
Cause it feels like we need a decent reprieve from all your noise.

What will all your profit buy you?
Especially when everything else goes down the drain.
Sitting and counting your cash as it dwindles.
Not a period you can frequent again.
For time moves in one direction and all your bridges are burned.
So tell me, can you hear the sirens screeching?
Because before too long your life will be…

Torn to shreds on the rocks of hubris.
Hollowed out like your legacy of hatred.
Gallows humour cannot save you this time.
For you reap what you sow when you aim for short term inclines.

Carve out niches in hopes to prosper.
But your card is marked and forever locked here.
So do not believe that your fortune’s will change.
For these deeds are dirty and will keep you in chains.
As punishment for crimes against equals.
Believing your value is some how much more.
You’re chance at salvation has been nailed to the wall.

Reduced to ash in front of your eyes.
Beady and unblinking now you understand demise.
Drink down these emotions until its all you see.
For each line you crossed is now marked to be paid in melancholy.

Crept amongst the stars.
Branded innocence with bars.
Showed your teeth and proved you’re a monster.
Filled with death where joy did prosper.
Cause its easier forming suffering out of repentance.
Dividing peace until war is the cry.
Psychopathic entity without a care for any future.
You split atoms to tear down this sky.
While brandishing words as if they are weapons.
All to hide your unhinged intentions.
Of exchanging choice for conquest.
Want to seal defeat with mass homicide!

You think everything has a beginning, middle and end.
But some things are just not that cut and dry.
For what might start may simply fade.
While an ending might come without a set stage.
Cause life is a muddle through and through.
All you can do is the best with what it gives to you.
That’s not to say that you should not try.
More like it will never be a straight smooth ride.
So prepare yourself for when things go wrong.
Then you’re less likely to come undone.

Many things will not always remain the same.
Times will shift and so shall you.
Where once was hate you might instead find peace.
Yet cheating cannot help to give you belief.
Instead things will turn to cloudy grey.
All while those you believed close drift away.
But these are just how it ebbs and flows.
Not a fracture that results in death throes.
So enjoy the time you have while it’s in hand.
Cause one day it might not be quite that brand.

Dialect of these frozen moments.
Each one a fresh component.
All of them make you up.
Helped to shape your personality cup.
Font of how you came to be.
Every ounce a declaration of identity.

Cycles may be stunted and misshapen messes.
Pressing upon new formed stresses.
Taking shots at parts you seek to keep.
Battle hard to ensure you see no defeat.
Cause to lose one’s self is tragic beyond compare.
It’ll leave you with a dead and vacant stare.
Hollow out what should be full.
Twist interesting to incredibly dull.
Not events anyone should ever seek.
For it makes a soul utterly incomplete.

Dialect of these frozen moments.
Each one a fresh component.
All of them make you up.
Helped to shape your personality cup.
Font of how you came to be.
Every ounce a declaration of identity.

Don’t let it shatter.
Secure it so it can’t fall.
Protect it as though it breathes with life.
For without structure you’ll collapse under the weight of nothing at all.