I flood the earth, I heard complaint
I know it’s worth, my style’s restraint
Eyes scorch the sun, the end is sigh
A vomitus approach to the dead in mind
Your apocalypse is boring -heed it’s warning
From your ancient mouth, an endless story
Tell me you haven’t heard this before
Clasp those hands,
Clasp them ‘til you’re fingered blue
Disintegrating knuckles breaking, bleeding true
Close those eyes
Close them tight ‘til every duct is dry
Rung out of wincing panic, bringing on a life of dammit
Grit those teeth
Grit ‘em down ‘til every tooth is fused
You’ll never have to speak in defense of -Ignorance, Absence, or Abuse
Does it hurt?
To look directly at the light, the ugliness
Wronged by what’s said to be right?
Of nature or of god,
The weight of extreme immeasurable means,
Is it nauseating?
The know, from the crushing spin,
Then again-
Killing only proves to you,
The nothing to be expected
The Best, but you refuse to except it
-Why are you so jealous of my death?
In a crowded room only shoulders,
too proud to excuse
Chipped like soldiers in a warless womb
The manufactured digital state,
cares not for the static
Chugging and eating threw our soul
Magnificently bored to death, nothings so tragic,
it’s a wonder you’re whole
No sole stamped grander
No effect effort would know
No way to judge it clearly
When you only subscribe to No
There’s a longing,
for the end of the human campaign
Not a breath left to defend what’s left
with what we’ve done in our glimpse
inside the infinite short existence
To you, there is no other truth, then that which is… only true to you,
If the collective breath can break us of, the impossible depress
Then what else could you want from a billion of us
to impress upon you?
nobody sees nobody sighs nobody will even roll their eyes
for cleaver is as cleaver does too slick for my own good