There is a monster in my head,
That cannot be killed by bullets of led,
And needs always, craving, to be fed,
So be careful how close you tread,
Or you’ll find yourself
Dare I speak the truths of my heart?
Can I disclose the darkest parts?
In search of the bottom I did start,
But have yet to reach the inverse apex of my art,
In the depths my morals fly
As another brittle day dawns,
We are nothing but wooden pawns,
Despite the illusion of our bygones,
Our future is solid, set in bronze,
And death is our final
Jagged hands puncture and rip,
They wiggle and squirm for grip,
To procure a different end to this trip,
No matter how my soul may crack and chip,
And thoughts, like saliva, must
Dare I speak of the emptiness of being dead?
The monster that is my thoughts flies apart.
We are beholden to the immortal on the corner, our john.
Our existence slips through the cracks with a drip, drip, drip…
Why must you baa, when the world needs more who roar?
Why are you so content to blindly follow the talking heads,
When they care only about filling their wallets more and more?
Why do you trust, when you should question everything said?
Why do you judge those who do take the time to research and think,
When they need to learn more than how well a politician can wink?
Why are you lazy, when the world demands your participation?
Why are you happy to let rules strip away your shrinking freedoms,
When you should be voicing opinions and ensuring accountable action?
Why do you hide, when you don’t agree with mainstream idioms?
Why do you play ignorant and pretend like you don’t know, don’t care,
When part of you does and knows these issues are deeper than who you wear,
Or how you style your hair,
Or the latest internet dare,
Or the newest treat at the fair?
Why listen to me, when I’m just another baseless, faceless voice?
Why put any trust in the words I’m spilling across this page for you to see,
When my truths, not necessarily the same as yours, don’t sound nice?
Why read my stories at all, when I don’t know any more than you how to be?
Why don’t you open your eyes and look around you, study, take it all in,
When you’ve done that, then, perhaps you’ll see there are none without sin.