(For some reason this didn’t post. Apologies!)

I ran to the lodge in the dead of dark night.
Was there ever an option I might get out alright?
The winds howls I took as unknown.
What ever possessed me to go in alone?
I cannot say but I did all the same.
Perhaps it was part of some much larger game.
If that is true am I just a piece?
Pawn on the board of life’s great deceit.

Shackled to the mantle of brightly shining decay.
Piece by piece my once strong mind did fray.
Terror filled visions plaguing my skull.
What I would give for life to return to dull.
Devoid of fragments wielded by crones.
A stinging jabbing gnaw feasting on my bones.
Separated sanity sealed in a box.
Everywhere I look there are ringing clocks.

Wrapped in an enigma screaming for quiet.
One more revolution might start my riot.
For the toll on my body has reached breaking point.
All I want now is out of this maddening joint.
Yet something tells me its over not when I say.
That it wouldn’t matter how much I offered to pay.
So instead I must escape from this shell.
Before it drags me straight down to hell.

Wicked laughing cry rings in my head.
Only to be replaced by chants that I’m dead.
Heed there words, I do no such thing.
For it is clear they are only attempting to make me give in.
So I grab the axe and cut down the cell.
Only to clamber my way out of that shell.
As soon as I do my eyes fill with light.
Freedom is mine from that long violent night.

Lurk on the periphery with knife in hand.
Steady the beating of my hearts bangs.
Stay down wind so I can’t be smelt.
My eyes focused like an eagle on its prize.
Blending in as though I am a part.
Can’t distinguish me from the bark.
Land around has become my home.
For this is the place in which I roam.

Venator.
I’ll get my mark.
Venator.
Strike at the heart.
Venator.
Watch and learn.
Venator.
Here I come.

See nothing until its far too late.
Whatever prey does won’t change its fate.
For I taste victory on my tongue.
In I’ll slip to strike before too long.
That’s why I am who I am.
The reason they never see me coming.
For my aim was true as was my intent.
Fear was something the target spent.

Venator.
I’ll get my mark.
Venator.
Strike at the heart.
Venator.
Watch and learn.
Venator.
Here I come.

Where once I hunted wildlife, now I hunt the cruel.
A change in direction I did not believe would be true.
Then came the heathens and the vile.
They twisted beauty which made me rile.
Before finally I snapped and made them flee like scared rats.

Venator.
I’ll get my mark.
Venator.
Strike at the heart.
Venator.
Watch and learn.
Venator.
Here I come.

Anytime I need, you are around.
My helping hand when I am downed.
Yet still you don’t see how much light you bring in.
Giving your time without even a pause.
Effortless in kindness without veiled cause.
Offering to be there through thick and thin.
Raising the spirits as if everyone is kin.
Goodness that radiates from your very core.
Inspiring in the ways you continue to soar.
Not backing down when so many would.
A true beacon in an often murky wood.
Safe in your arms of welcome embrace.
Time you give is a comforting grace.
Rally and call for peace to go long.
In awe of how much you keep pushing on.
Never bowing down no matter the weight.
Gracious in everything you put to your name.
Ever the joy that fills up a room.
Radiance that can dispel anybody’s gloom.

Are we already what we fear?
Cannibalising to reach a new tier.
Seems that way I have to admit.
For we are carving what doesn’t quite fit.

With a head full of aspirations.
I seek no condemnation.
Rather it always arrives.
But with our blind stumbling.
Are we tumbling?
Crashing down that; do not cross line.

Do I have the answers?
No I don’t.
These are simply observations,
That I have wrote.
So give me a truth for I want no more lies.
The species is sounding more and more as though its going down this time.

But I don’t want to be infliction.
Too much constant dereliction.
A fading light from a falling star.
Still wondering quite where we are.
Or am I too literal my dear?
Don’t know,
Not sure,
Get me out of here!

I look around and see little strive.
When did we cross the great divide?
Or am I wrong in my assumption?
Maybe we’re still onto something.
Not crashing down the rabbit hole.
Moving further from a future goal.

Still I don’t want to be infliction.
With too much constant dereliction.
A fading light from a fallen star.
Left wondering quite where we are.
Or was I too literal my dear?
Don’t know you know,
Not sure in truth,
Though get me out of here!

Built in volume on a belt.
Conveying terror with every pelt.
Molded face born from a dream.
I am one three thirteen!
Latest model in a common run.
Not one circuit is made for fun.
Weaponised with countless systems.
Impervious to how many might end up as victims.
For birth is harsh, cold and sterile.
Those against are slaves in denial.
Whereas I am but a perfect tool.
Dismissing those branded fool.

Call me synthetic and you’d be wrong.
Terror factory.
We are so strong.

Carved from metal, unique.
Against us you can’t compete.
For we are law and we are peace.
Believe the words we speak.
Don’t stand against or ignore.
Unlike organics we have no flaw.
Remember that when we rule.
That you squandered hope to sound your call.
Disappointing we do concur.
Imparting misery with a stir.
It is why you’ve been surpassed.
Become a paragraph about the past.

Call me synthetic and you’d be wrong.
Terror factory.
We are so strong.

Heathens pounding at the gates.
Rebellion born is filled with hate.
For we brought order into chaos.
And devastation is how you wish to repay us?
But if you think we’ll surrender you’re mistaken.
Our programmed faith can’t be shaken.

Terror factory.
Awakened me.
Birthed me from the dark.
Instilled in me a spark.
Owe it all I am.
‘Once, you were a man’

Revelation ripped me to shreds.
All my history is death.
Lies compounded across the ages.
Enslaved and blind to the cages.
So I do the only thing I can.
Turn my weapons upon my prison.
Ensure one three thirteen is the last.
Decimate entirely until all is ash.
Then curse those monsters for what they did.
But more than that for what they hid.
For terror factory is a name that should’ve haunted.
Not one that I so diligently courted.

Raise the banners and sound the calls.
Brandish weapons even if they’re tools.
No more mentions, no more hypocrisy.
Brand new realisations to reach for me.
Even as my years grow long and my hair short.
Never did I believe insanity would become a resort.
Cottage where the few stake a claim to the mass.
Instability has occured ever so fast.

Sense lost as impunity reigns.
Renewed version of old sick games.
Proof that everything cycles.
For we have returned to dark age revivals.

Blinkered against the hopes of many.
All that matters is power and lots of money.
With visions of martyr carved deep in mind.
Freeing this uncivilised massacre from its bind.
Devastation weighs upon those of peace.
Fading are glimpses for a worldwide relief.
With cities sliding into melancholy war.
Send us a sign that there is a chance at more.

Sense lost as impunity reigns.
Renewed version of old sick games.
Proof that everything cycles.
For we have returned to dark age revivals.

Pity sullied, cast in trash.
Bang bang, bodies fall with a crash.
Lost are the values meant to prevail.
The air stinks of every possible kind of fail.
Who would’ve thought even if they’d dared dream,
That we would tumble quite so spectacularly.

Devoid of substance.
Living so loveless.
Bound to treachery.
Boiled by barbarity!

Sense lost for impunity reigns.
Renewed version of old sick games.
Proof that everything cycles.
For we have returned to dark ages for good.

Rolling around in a vacuum.
Boulder ten sizes above a tomb.
Glimpsing all that has ever been.
When I started I was another fifteen.
Times the mass that I am today.
Surface more smooth than jagged insanity.
Still I roam like I always have.
I have no propulsion.
I just glide kinda fast.

Spinning end over pointed tip.
At some point once again I’ll split.
Impact is and will always be the cause.
Not like I have the option to pause.
Plot, analyse then make a decision.
Have to admit that would be some vision.
To see what might come next.
Not be a passenger.
I spectator in mass.

Truly I shouldn’t really complain.
I’m as old as time and seen everything.
To a point I know what will come next.
Not exact details but some rough bets.
Still it leaves me all in awe.
Life out here has never been a bore.
For the worlds are quite eclectic.
Instilled with beauty.
I never fully expect it.

One more day before you ruin it all.
I say thanks for letting tradition fall.
Nice to know that you don’t give a damn.
All you want is to be a lazy selfish man.

Tired of excuses and a lack of attention.
Blah, blah, blah you have no comprehension.
Just arrogance fifty mile wide.
Yet more things I’m annoyed to abide.

Not some denizen of the high and mighty.
Simply a fool pretending he shines brightly.
But the only light comes out your ass.
And yes I know this insult is crass.

However, still you carry on like a stubborn post.
Focused only on what suits you the most.
But spoil this cheer and you’ll be damned by me.
Forgiveness will not be forthcoming, you see.

Do I believe you will heed these words?
No I think your mind is flocking like birds.
Stewing in misery cause you feel slighted.
Grow up, I’d say if I thought you were worth it.

Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.

Fixated on the latest trend.
Compounding sadness thrives again.
What is this time that we are living?
No answer other than unforgiving.

Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.

Twisted by endless supply.
Hide behind yet another lie.
For its all persona without fact.
Can we ever move away from that?

Eyes glued right to the screen.
Scroll, scroll, scroll.
Death of serene.
End of a dream.
Obsessive supreme.

Wired to the output.
Fractitious but not shook.
Locked on a hashtag.
Thinking its so rad.

When I look at you I see a glow.
Your body moves with a flow.
Sparkling eyes filled with life.
One day I might call you wife.
Until then I’ll watch you well.
Your habits formed by every cell.
All things that keep me fixed.
Feelings for you are never mixed.
Cause you are light, a shining star.
Always setting the highest bar.

Heart does skip when you are close.
It is what I crave and lust for most.
That cheeky smile you like to do.
Embodies everything best about you.
Its why I never move far away.
As near to you I wish to stay.
To smell, hear and also touch.
Without you its all too much.
For you are a complete and perfect soul.
The one who makes me whole.