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.
Evil,Yeah? As they call me I guess.But perhaps my goals seem monstrous;Aiming at devouring a Zeitgeist,Consuming it in entirety. It's already controlled,That's the sad part.How dare I lay my hands on it! Fools fail to see the webs of capitalism,Carefully woven behind the backdrop. So?…
Demographic Games.Even queerness,Neurodiversity,Levied against us.Some audiences are so predictable,It's exhausting.Thirsty Sword Lesbians.Or Twenty Year Olds -Playing High Schoolers.Media itself:Formulaic,Rarely deviating.I refuse to fall into it.My art must be mine.Fuck the audience.
Listlessness as crime.Lethargy as sin.Despite fighting for our whole existence. As if mere rest or relaxation,Is heresy. Painting fictions,Imaginary worlds to escape this one.No wonder we're fatigued! Alone in the dark.Lost in the crowd.Forgotten by friends. We're not entirely to blame.
Dead Internet Theory -To Hyperinflation.Dot Com Bubble -To 2008. Idiots rule the world. Keeping populations stupid,Uneducated,Indoctrinated by religion -Party politics. Ugly despicable truths.Christian Nationalism -To modern genocide. Humanity:Are we past redemption? Lost forever...
Listen,I understand having disabilities;Neurodivergences.Have half a dozen myself.But I've been used & abused,By so many Bipolar kin,That I refuse to allow mania to hurt me.Boundaries.Walls.Blocking.We need to do what keeps us safe.Refusing to tolerate abuse,Ever again.\\Ever again.
I'M COMING,DEAD MEN.TELL YOUR TALES,OR YOU WON'T GET THE CHANCE.TELL NO LIES.SPEAK NO SECRETS.HOLD THE WORLD IN THY PALM.INFINITE HUNGER,WON'T STOP,UNTIL I'VE BEATEN,SURPASSED,THEM ALL.LONE SAVANT -ROARING UP AT A NIGHT SKY.PUNCHING AT STARS.KICKING AT EMPTY AIR.DEAD MEN,I'M COMING.
200-Something.All that stands between:5 Years Of My Poetry,& Shakespeare's entire portfolio.Didn't think I'd hit this first milestone,Goalpost,So quickly.Alas!Dead Art Form.Dead Medium.Replaced by A.I.Still -Even if nobody cares but me?It was a worthy war.Enjoyable battle.Good fight.
When my long term bets,Plans,Finally pay off?Expect the parasites or leeches,Will emerge from their holes.Ignoring me at fringes,For years or decades,Yet wanting me sudden -As if some heart-eyed adorer.Nah.Fuck off.My circle will be small.Track records considered.Selfish greed.Again.
Frustration with other Humans,Tends to rise in correlation,With Ignorance,Bigotry,& arrogance.Often my confidence,Wisdom,Gets attacked as pride,Ego.They never have a clue:Roiling shadows,Looming tall,Ethereal,Invisible,Behind me.A lifetime of abuse,& trauma.My flocks of ghosts.