Wars are not often fought,All at once.Rather across many battles.Solid strategists,Play the lines.Between attrition & surprise,Morale & supplies.One win does not guarantee victory.One loss does not spell defeat.The wars we choose to fight -Are often long.Full Of Agonies,& Anguish.
Listen -I love when internet personalities,Get uppity.Yes,You've a following.Clout.Fame.Whatever.Just smile.Nod.Often choose not to tell them:"I'm The Third Most Prolific Poet In History."At all.Apples.Oranges.But sure;Your jokes on the web -Are much better than my art.Of course.
Getting close to goalposts.Only ever did it for art,Really.Getting here seemed impossible,Despite doing math on it all.Thought I'd be dead before I got this far.Just Five Years!Know I should do something with it.Monetize,Some bullshit.But I despise shilling myself.Hate Capitalism,In Art.
Collapse is coming.Seems gut instinct,Is roiling inside folks.Without knowing the fake social science -Of Economics.Supply & Demand.Boom & Bust.Sullen acceptance.Somber sobriety.The world won't end.But I've always known:People like us,Will have to pick up the pieces.Rebuild from ash.
We're a breed sans hope.Almost no understanding of the word."I'll be an eternal optimist for both of us!"Major Depression.Cynical Skepticism.Pessimism.So used to struggle.Fighting for barest survival.There was no hope -Only the grind.Putting out fires,One by one,Amidst seas of flames.
Evil Men Succeed;When good men do nothing.Alternatively,When there are no good men left.Few good women.The Enbies are mostly okay.Very few good Humans at all,In fact.Selfishness,Greed,Corruption.The usual suspects.Evil Men Succeed,When we've been brain drained,Corrupted,Into monsters.
This nightmare different;In two parts.First sneaking aboard an exodus ship,Destined for somewhere across the world,After a fall.Bastions of civilization,Amidst authoritarian regimes.Wastelands filled with monsters,Forced to scavenge for trash.Fighting the system,Monsters,All.
Infinite Wings & Infinite Eyes & Infinite Rings.To my Infinite Hunger,Infinite Teeth & Infinite Void To Fill.Vacuum,Is just empty space;Craving to be gorging on mass.Spacetime Blues,Where everything expands forever.Until the last star burns out.Last black hole shaves away to nothing.
Tears Come More Often,Of Late.Wracked with sorrow.Haunted by loss."What've you lost?"Everything.Until nothing left to lose,But ourselves.Still struggling not to let go.So sick of losing.Winnowing wins to nothingness.Pattern Recognition Hell.Cursed with ugly future sight,Via numbers.
Requiem For The Living.Strive.Exist at all costs.Not just in biological imperatives,Via propagating genes.In Joy.Gratitudes traded with friends.ALWAYS FIGHT.Until your last few breaths.Dylan Thomas Be Damned.We are relics,Of old ways.Leaving ourselves behind.In as many ways as we can.
Culling Rituals,Then.When they cannot beat us into submission.Easy to understand Philosophy.If you can't control someone,Kill them.Our abusers cannot win.Our hearts must burn.Know what that ash will look like.My hexes,Or curses,Are either inherited via genetics,Or crafted with my pain.
I'm Sorry.That I wasn't stronger.Not strong enough to keep you.Chains or shackles as needed.Hanging from the ceiling,In black iron links.Anarchists only imprison those,That hurt the innocent.I was always willing to set the world on fire.Not you,Brother.Almost killed you,Enough times.
Enough.Void,For once I will not bid you goodnight.There comes an Infinite Void.Speed Of Darkness;Ever Changing.Why race towards Entropy,If you aren't trying to create a Metaphor?One powerful enough to kill it.No Goodnight.Or Good Morning.Only my hollow gaze,Contemplating Nothing.
Hurt me?You can't.Not anymore.Can only hurt myself.Plus accidental collateral damage.Fear?Only thing I'm still afraid of is myself.Most Terrifying Thing In This Darkness.More horrible than a hundred skittering things.Expectations?No.None.My very existence;Nothing but -Trauma.Darkness.
Witch;Will take this pain you've given me -With lies,Wanton attacks.Weave it into curses.Take all the suffering for my black magic.Invoked agonies;Our old man is breaking.Don't know how much more he can take.Don't know how much more I can take.Why?He did everything for you.Everything.
Expecting a call any day now.Dead.Shouldn't have been this inevitable.Where was the fucking fortitude?Resilience or grit?Why not better choices?One word; old man repeated -On & on."It's all about Choices."I made piss poor ones too.We all did.But believe in fighting to my last breath.You?
Stoicism.An old faithful.Combined with dissociation,Emotions numb.Deadly impulses come out.Thrill seeking behaviours -Or murderous intent.Old galleries of rogues.This cold emptiness.DBT Radical Acceptance,Crossed with Buddhist concepts,Of darts.I'm tired,Of Divine Suffering,& Samsara.
Wounded Animals.This mourning wells up in me,Alone in the dark.Grief & Anger -Criss-crossed a dozen ways.Betrayals of Trust.Martyr Complex All Lit Up,Like neon fucking signs.Please.Stop.Quit killing yourself.This anguish,Despair,Has nowhere to go.Just words into the abyss.The Lost.
These hollow eyes.This dark-circled stare.My boundaries were broken.Through with being lied to.Blocking a dying man,Much less thy sibling.Mourning a person,Who in their flailing -Is still headed for death.Is our kind destined to die?Destroy ourselves,Until nothing is left.No survivors.
We will be free,Friends,Lovers,Little Witches.Bloodless Revolution,Was always the goal.Funny paradox for an Anarchist.But I'll play The Villain.Antagonist.Burn a swath across the establishment,To fight for our freedom.I'll bear the sins.I'll suffer any penance.I want you to be free.