Drained by the drama.
Cut down from the greed.
Tired of the torment.
None of it do I need
Alone in this I am not,
Of which I am aware.
Universe give us pause,
Before all we know is despair.

Fashioned from fever.
Lambasted by the tide.
Weakened under forces,
None of which I can hide.
Sad state of defeat,
Now leave me alone.
Can’t take all the chanting,
Only wish to go back to my safe home.

Tune out the torment.
Flip off the switch.
Give time for a reprieve.
Moments where I don’t have to think.
Is that a price too high?
One that should not be wished.
Truth is I can’t say,
Only hope its not been missed.

Rustle the raptures,
Or leave them to burn.
Those are my feelings,
For its too late to learn.
From good omens yet to be carved.
Come realities that we are sinking,
So set me free from this farce.
No longer can we sit and be patient you must realise.

Skies turned dark with shrapnel rain.
Bullets, smoke and fire are all they contain.
Sorry state of another repeat.
Reignited the cycle while dogma continues to bleat.
Weakened state of insecurity.
Everyone has failed except those suffering the brutality.
Where is our evolution and progress now?

Watch the bodies fill the streets.
Buried under rubble that is stone and concrete.
Twisted shell of former glory.
If you think that’s bad then imagine hands drenched and gory.
For yet again its a case of sit and wait.
Too late that horse is well past the gate.
Proof that from our self made pedestal we have toppled.

Sanctimonious contemporary.
Dig the grave that will serve the free.
Democracy rooted and turned to ash.
We sit and watch lives treated like trash.
Sad state that never seems to change.
Can’t we do something other than play the game?
I hate this place though I am lucky.
Not everyone is as fortunate as me.
But why again is this behaviour allowed to stand?
To me it feels as if we’ve accepted the brand.
Bowed to tyranny and slaughter.
Would you be this uninterested if it was your son or daughter?
No, then stop and commit more than tokenism.
Otherwise the world will one day cross a final schism.

Waging war,
You just want more.
Barbarian in a suit.
Any point you make is already moot.
A liar trying to act like a god.
Reality is you are just a fraud.
Taking lives and snuffing hope.
Upon your coin I hope you choke.
Cause all you do is breed misery.
Forever from it will you not get away.

Give your speeches,
Talk utter bullshit.
All we hear is: I’m a prick.
Dead eyed soulless pathetic fool.
You are devoid of all but cruel.
A spoilt brat wrapped in adult flesh.
Its why you try to hide from free press.
Blame placed upon everyone else.
But in the end we will see you fall.
No matter what you are not immortal.

Jaded, polluted, tyrant married to your greed.
A life as flaccid and wasted as it is possible to be.
Bully who thinks he knows it all.
Well guess what, you’re standing small.
About as tall as a thimble.
Eternal war is never winnable.

Waging war,
You just want more.
Barbarian in a suit.
Any point you make is already moot.
A liar trying to act like a god.
Reality is you are just a fraud.
Taking lives and snuffing hope.
Upon your coin I hope you choke.
Cause all you do is breed misery.
Forever from it will you not get away.

I could be your:
Hero in time.
Guy with a line.
Maker of the madness.
Filtering the sadness.
Addiction in your veins.
Driving you insane.
So what do you say?
Come and be my heroin.

Sat between death and divination.
Will there be a salutation?
Enquiry into the premature.
Getting ready for:

Hero in time.
Guy with a line.
Maker of the madness.
He who filters sadness.
Addiction in your veins.
Its driving you insane.
So what do you say?
Come and be my heroin.

Victimisation hiding in the depths.
Next what will come shall be a hex.
Stuttered incantations scrawled in marker.
Each fresh go the warning becomes starker.

Hero in time.
Lies!
Guy with a line.
Cries!
Maker of the madness.
He who filters sadness.
Addiction in your veins.
Shame!
Its driving you insane.
Brain!
So what do you say?
Come and be my heroin.

Bastards, barons, butchers all.
I don’t want this mindless war.
Victims bodies line the streets.
Not how these times should be.
Forgotten stories of past atrocities.
Justification is not an excuse to breathe.
Lives are precious and unique.
End your madness, do it quick.

Putrid sack of aging skin.
Everything you touch is decaying.
Warped reality exists in your mind.
Before too long you’ll be deaf, dumb and blind.
Sad to say it won’t be enough.
For what you need is to snuff.
Pass away in agony writhing.
Too far gone to be worth reviving.

Bolt to the brain instead of the noose.
Either is to quick if we’re honest with you.
And I might sound violent and slightly unhinged.
Compared to you I’m the angel who sings.
After all your life has been sworn to pain.
To make matters worse you think its a game.
Sick twisted brain must reside in your head.
Hand a bullet and you’ll be hanging with the dead.

Putrid sack of aging skin.
Everything you touch is decaying.
Warped reality exists in your mind.
Before too long you’ll be deaf, dumb and blind.
Sad to say it won’t be enough.
For what you need is to snuff.
Pass away in agony writhing.
Too far gone to be worth reviving.

Payment is due.
Karma is coming for you.
Like it or not your end is now nigh.
Plead all you like but you’re going to die.

Justification and reason are excuses you give.
It matters little when your about to be shived.
Too quick of an ending but it’ll have to do.
See you in hell, no there’s a special place for you.
Cause all that you’ve done is birth contempt and pain.
That is why you’ll crash like all others insane.
I wish you real malice from now til the end of time.
President of torment, enjoying sentencing for your crimes.

Swinging blade of the foretold sin.
No longer should we claim to be the victim.
Silence pervades but refuses to bolster.
Final hours are a rollercoaster.
Hungry for change but unwilling to sever ties.
It’s why each night I wake to the sound of cries.

Scale the battlements.
Posessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.

Seething souls sat for sentencing.
Few that remain wish to be remembering.
Sacrificed the honour to save a dream.
Was it worth that payment of nothing?
Blood on hands that cannot be wiped clean.

Scale the battlements.
Posessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.

Fashioned and futile is our marching song.
Every action we take only leads us further to wrong.
Paralysed to the point of acceptance.
In swings the root of prejudice.
Crushing bodies and warping minds.
Fanaticism forever reborn.
Twisted signals devoid of reason.
Someone let me out before i can’t recite.

Withered.
Skies are wrought.
Justified.

Swinging blade of the foretold sin.
No longer should we claim to be the victim.
Silence pervades but refuses to bolster.
Final hours are a rollercoaster.
Hungry for change but unwilling to sever ties.
It’s why each night I wake to the sound of cries.

Scale the battlements.
Possessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.

Make believe are things not yet created.
At one time it was fridges, computers or the light switch.
Sounds quite mad but that is the truth.
Its why we should rule out nothing until time is spent.

Dream up the future.
Inspire and design.
Craft and create.
No reason to fall into the long running line.

Fabricate and formulate what comes next.
Whether it be a principle, movement or document.
All contributes to the greater whole.
This is how we have forged to where we stand right now.

Dream up the future.
Inspire and design.
Craft and create.
No reason to not involve yourself in a project.

Scary to try but its worse to feel unfulfilled.
Doesn’t need a purpose other than because its enjoyable.
These are but some of the joys available.
Grasp them with both hands;
We are all able!

Dream up the future.
Inspire and design.
Craft and create.
Don’t ignore your mind!

Has anyone ever considered the complexity of meeting?
I have and find it kind of harrowing.
For relationships aren’t easy no matter the form.
Not talking only about love but friends, acquaintances, really anyone.
Layer upon layers of interaction.
One false move could spell disaster and a need to move on.
Maybe its something you’ve never considered.
If so, you should try and give it thought some time.
Conscious or not, judgement is always involved.
Not able to be cast out and forgotten.
Or maybe I’m wrong and it is relevant only to me.
After all I’m one man and am wrong repeatedly.
Not a brag or a dig, just an observation.
With age knowledge and perspective its a realisation.
Its why all I say is not to be considered right.
These are but the opinions of a single sprite.
Character in a larger tale of being one in billions of NPC.
Still I implore you to consider what we take for granted.
That which is often easy, simple or done automatically.

Saturation might not be what comes round this day or the next.
But at some point the waves will flood everything.
Doubt all you want but our time is growing short.
The hands are closing!
Events are quickening to a single point in time.
It could be in a week, month or five lifetimes.
Not saying change and crisis can be averted.
Too late, too small, what comes will and we can do nothing.
Instead I say live and celebrate all that there has been.
Then if it collapses tomorrow we will have had so many somethings.
And yes, I hear the voices nag from the corner.
If you pay them no mind they will get no stronger.
For here we party until the final toll does ring.
And throughout whatever comes we should be smiling.
Surrounded by joy and our loved ones.
You might not get to choose how you die but you can choose how you lived out your time.

Stand on the shoulders to gain a view.
Freedom should not be stolen from you.
Resist your chains, forsake these bounds.
No longer be dragged into the soul box created wrongs.

Ease your mind and fly free from the cage.
All they wish is to bind you to a seperated page.
Void their options and remove your trail.
Upon the world these screams need to remain angry but hollow.

Perched out of reach is your single chance.
Going back will only resort in eternal violence.
I miss you but this is how it must forever be.
I’ll shed a tear when i remember the chances thrown away.

Be impassioned by all the warm memories.
Division is not the final act or really an end.
We will be united when the time does come.
I believe that for you are the teacher who thawed out my cold heart.