Pity.Due to genetic lotteries,I remain aloof,From general populations.Clever,But strange.Odd in unsettling ways.Most folk dislike our aura.Uncomfortable discomfort;Around us neurodivergents.So I'll likely remain,Hermit Guru,Isolated artist,Until I die.Loneliness isn't so bad,Though.
Failing to kill myself once or twice,Left long white scars.Cresting around my heart,Until forced to reckon with my mortality.Teenage Poet -When dying was better than living.Now,I'll fight tooth & nail,To live.Hard Knuckle Tactics -Towards every extra second I can scrape.180 Degrees. )()(
Call.Perhaps I'll answer.Emerging from the endless inky depths,In gouts of displaced water.Tsunami Warnings.Fake Earthquakes.Rising above the water pressure,Of entire seas,Oceans,Weighted blankets -Beyond Absolute Zero of Space.An excess of something,To drown out my infinite nothing.
Ticking.Tocking.Ripping grandfather clocks apart,With bare hands.Chiming every hour -Until sanity's all gone.Chinese water torture,Versus waterboarding.As if our own penance,We scribed,Wasn't worse."The Infinite Deconstruction Of The Self."Clocks?Ego Death;In the form of constant ritual.
Listen.High pitched whines,Of electricity.Flowing in our walls & appliances.Smelling the air,Catching whiffs of smoke or skunk.Wringing hands,As we use incisors to bite off our dead flesh,Chewing nails to bloody quick.Human Body,Creaking & cracking,Popping & snapping.Braincage Prisons....
Trapped,Within solemn caskets of flesh.Drowning ourselves,With golden,Liquid honey.Viscosity filling our lungs.Pumping it through our arteries,Preserving ourselves in partiality.Bone mongers,Death peddlers,Endbringers.Clawing at our skin,To let us out.Tearing at our eyes,Unto Eternity.
Cruelty Is Passe.Ugly work of tyrants,Kings,Monarchs.Those whom use fear:Both tool -Plus weapon.Used to call me cruelest,Of all.My pretty words,Cutting deep into muscle fibers,Of thy hearts.Do you think I enjoy despair?Disgusting.Crave laughter.Smiles.After such a dark, sordid past.
Ugly Truths.Why else do you think,They usually come from me?Ugly Person,Ugly Truths.That's usually been the case.Then they hire much more palatable actors,To play you in some biopic -Because Hunchback Of Notre Dame,Or Ugly Ducklings,Only sell one or twice.They want novelty,Not fact.
Power belongs to nobody.Hear me Little Witches;That's always been the point.Punk Witchcraft -Using Blood Curses,Hexes,Fueled by agony & suffering -We bottled decades ago.Finally!A chance to use it!Evil for good.Good for evil.Ten thousand shades of grey,Between parallel lines.NOBODY.
The repetition of waves,Crashing & lapping against shores.Yet, every wave is different.Somehow a unique variation -On Density,Volume,Mass.No two waves, ever sounding alike,Outside the bell curves of Fluid Dynamics.Still See The World As A Wash Of Atoms.Still See You -As A Wash Of Atoms,Too.
Buffet dumping.Icahn cutting deals.Smell fires all across the tops,Of skyscrapers.Each;Blazing beacon of blue flame.Must visit each in turn.Cryptid beyond Reality,Choosing simple guises of devils -Or demons,Of all genders.Easier to avoid breaking minds,That way.Win-Win,Motherfuckers.
Says a lot;That I'd feel safer in my home -With a hunting shotgun in my closet,Than to ever rely on cops.Here in Canada,Six month boot camp in Regina,Then they get shipped out to the boonies;To represent the power of the state!Usually doing more harm than good.ACAB.Police are just...
Sunday Snoozing;Even when every dream -Has somebody tryin’ to kill me.Each time,Only intending to get comfortable in bed -But succumb back into my curse,Drifting away to sleep for hours.Sleep Apnea,Nightmares,That leave me with permanent dark circles,Bags beneath my eyes.Fatigued,With all this.
Same dreams,As if I just know by now,My subconscious is stuck on a loop.Packing to leave.ALWAYSGathering my shit to go:Everything I own.Last night?Even worse,Cruel local tyrants -Driving out us queers,Neurodivergents,People of color.Can't own a home,Then,Death Squads in the streets.
My trauma makes me strong.My trauma makes me weak. Wielding experience like a baseball bat -Full of sharp nails,Wreathed in barbed wire. Don't glorify your suffering.Strength in mere survival.No flags to wave. Despise Victim Olympics. My trauma makes me weak.My trauma makes me strong.
There's silence,When silence is enforced.Crooked fingers to lips,Regardless of volume. Withered ghosts -Growing angry,With each breath,Each heartbeat. Too loud. Until they can't take it anymore,Clawing & cleaving & cracking. If our hearts;Lungs,Stop? It can be...
Goodnight Void.Power In Repetition.Bidding abyss goodnight,As if Entropy cares at all.No.You just are.Always have been.Come from nothing,Return to nothing.Only guarantee,Assurance,That we ever get.My immortality?Cheap kind.Haunt My Work,My Homeworld.So call my ghost,If,When,You need me.
This Midnight Spell;I'll Wind Truth Into Patterns.Concoct Ciphers Of Cacophony.Counting down.Piling up.How many soul shards,Are truly, true art?Which are heedless dregs,Better amongst the edges of the scrap pile.An old job I relished:Foreman of the scrap piles.That shall be our fuel:The struggles...
Choose to do battle with Love.In It.Beside It.Filled With It.Around It.Holding It.In palm -Alongside other Hallowed Hollows;My Infinite Hunger.This Endless Supply Of Cold Rage -Burning hot as sealed furnaces,Blue Flame Cold Fusion.My Pacifism Demands Effort:Love As Weapon,Tool,Goal.
Laugh With Me!Trauma,All that bloodshed.Gaslight Nightmares.Proper detectives,True crime analysis,Trapped inside Victorian tones.Entropy is waiting for us.Can we laugh at that?Wanting to go raging against the dying,Of any lights,Really.Supervillainy to One,As Horror,Another,A Mere Helper.