sexta-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2022

a rifting day whoever few that might give pause and a gentle shake as the world trembles and hope echos.

found a discarding car toy the other day

an older model granted

rusty and looking hella defeated

not worth a burial through fire

so I did what an adult should

sat on a pool of still water and homeless piss

and swang the vroom vroom gotta go fast

childhood no longer on hold

 we are just playing around lalala

straight to the store buy some Lego

found my limits face up into concrete

a car is not my enemy, may this anger be dead to me

 

repurposing humans or perhaps

as we take control anew and descent into

craving and animalistic instincts of struggle

be it faith or binding sounds of souls clashing

whatever floats: be it liquor (liquid truth)

 it hurts, hurts, hurts and it gets to me

my thorny crown is a civilized act of defience

fed by blood echos from victories left behind

call the police and desecrate this victim

compare their scars beneath the grey skin

desiccate the body, mummify the soul dangling

on borrowed time that we cannot hide nor deny

a tamed animal wants not for a cage or string

a command shan't suffice for he crawls under the hold

strangling sound of a stare that beckons the very stale air

 

I wish him goodbye but a confirmed farewell

 

may we never be saved

may we agree to disagree and fight to our merry deaths

may you leave and never return

 

find the door broken in 

in ashes all you ever loved

find yourself alone

may this chest implode without forged commitment

lungs empty devoid of all trust

all because of you.

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