I am nothing,Without you.Tabula rasa,Until given something to mimic.Masking imitation,They say mimicry -Is the sincerest form of flattery.For some of us,It is life.A mirror needs something to reflect,After all.We're infinite darkness,Lurking beyond glass.Whispering.
My infinite hunger,Legend.Spoken of in hushed whispers.Murmured about in frightened tones.Shouldering fear,& hate,Is rote by now.Let it crash across your armor.These wards are much too strong.Grin.Show your sharp canines,Evolved for tearing meat.Myth can't die.
My voice is tempest -Screeching of steel on steel.Cacophony in expression.Drowning out all the hate,Heaped upon misfits like us.There is no metaphor powerful enough,To hold me.My spells,Weavings,Auras,Curses.Every last enchantment.Roiling & boiling -Reality itself.
Don't want extinction,Anymore.Knowing how fragile,How rare the delicate balance of life.Miracles amongst the cosmos,Of perfect serendipity.Coincidental perfection.Chaos theory thrives,In the unexpected.We are so far apart,Perhaps -Lightyears cannot bridge us.Too far.
Mad,Quoth they -Locking me inside a box,When I wouldn't stop screaming truths.A special creation of the digital age:Locked rooms,Where few see in,Fewer speak out.Code.Access to algorithms stolen from me.Forced to the shadows yet again,As all villains are -In the end.
This purgatory suits me.A land of silence,Of endless quiet,Deafened bass as sensation,Trailing against our fingertips.Nobody can hear me.The artist's eternal dilemma.I'll die unknown,As all my forebears did.Forbearing some great breakout.Freedom.Some foolish wish.
This reality,Has cursed us.Doomed us for our intelligence.Laid a thousand spells of ill intent,Aimed at our hearts.Yet we persist,Fighting forwards against all odds.Fuck the Uncanny Valley,Maybe we were never human,In the first place.But damned if we don't want to live!
Anarchy,Is the fundamental rejection of power -A choice to self govern,In communities we choose.Creating utopias,Beyond these dystopian realities.Where capitalism finally dies,The entropic system it is.My anarchism,Fights for justice.Fairness.Equality.Freedom.Hope.
Aye,Brother.Our blood is thick,Full of used motor oil -Black grease.Stink of differential oil,Screeching steel on steel.Blood curse runs strong,These god forsaken genetics.Sawdust destinies,Our forgotten traumas.Desolation of neglect.Almost killed each other,Hell.
This existence,Is amorphous -Genderless.Titans with ever-changing form.Trapped in this meat cage,Doomed to die inside.Unchanging.Frail.If only humanity believed in science.'Ere new forms,Could come with technology.Relying as we do,On ancient magics,Blood curse power.
There's only you,& me.Two planets,Circling each other in orbits.Fuck astrologies -Give me true witchcraft.Will made manifest upon reality,Power etched in desire,Want,Release.Siphoning the power of black holes,Drinking protons.Fueling spells with blood,Or sacrifice.
I'll be there -Soul reaching out,Untold trillions upon trillions.Even entropy is finite.When the last black hole is dying,This spirit will live on.Haunting a universe,Defects & all.I'll remember you,When all is said & done.This story deserves to be told.Eh,Humanity?
A real challenge of maturity,We never tell children:Other people are cruel,Nasty, brutish, and shortsighted.They will remain hostile in the face,Of the "other."Be it truth,Or other people.We rarely tell them;To avoid such ugly souls -For sake of their own happiness,Or sanity.Poor Kids.
As ever,I can't be stopped.Only my death will do it.Words unto words unto words -Regardless of who treats me unkindly,Or stands in my path.This Urban Myth,My Legend,Isn't even halfway done.All this:Was never for you.It was for those yet unborn.Tiny lights,To guide them in the dark.
Have a blacklist,On my phone's shitty little notes app,Far under where I put my To Do List,Other little planning.People or organizations,Who have been crooked,Mean,Or cruel.Those who've straw-manned me,To no end.No ill intent;Just a promise to avoid them,For the rest of my life,No matter what.
Tempest,Turned Bastion.Coasts of our youth,Reflected in another artist's eyes.Not even my own,Sans reading it.Knowing which or whom,Each thread existed for.Me?Ugly.Born like this.Here,Would be spoken of as a wild woman,Snatching up children -In basket upon my back -To feast upon later.
Goodnight, Void.These cycles have to end.Cannot exist as this fractal echo,Shattered,Rebuilt,Smashed,Welded Back Into Shape.Bones Crushed,Powdered & Burned.Charcoal Carbon Added To Iron:Steel,Galvanized Against Rust.Better Parts Out,Than In.Bone & Iron,Have Been Cheap For A Long Time.
Nah,I get it.Infamy.Opposite of Fame.Infamous.Foil To Famous.Drop Cut.Record Scratch.Fourth Wall Hanging By One Nail.Pluck It.Wall Remains Motionless,Until driving nail into palm.Real talk?People talk shit about me all goddamn day.Gossip.Rumor Monger.So I leaned into Villain bits.
Cull me.For using website as name,To prove I'm real.Whilst preaching free art.Not another faceless,Vapid fuck.Gritting,Bearing teeth.Frustration at stupidity,To no proper end.From orbital satellite view,Railgun round lands off trajectory,My dissociation missing my anger,By degrees. Ha
Art is my last bastion.A tiny empire,Walls made up of lines,Drawn with my finger in the dust.Evidence of time.My own,Mostly.Drawing Away.Hourglasses never bothered me.Brain always fired faster - than such falling grains of sand.So here I am.Standing before infinite void,Everything after.Pitch...