A baby was born today.

A baby born after decades of growing,
The father, a heartless oil tycoon.
The mother, an unflinching beaurocrat.

Orwell rolls in his grave,
Marx rolls in his grave,
Mandela rolls in his grave,
Malcolm rolls in his grave.

A baby was born today,
Born of greed and exploitation,
Into a world primed to love its beady eyes.

What's to happen, I cannot say,
We have always warned of this day,
Call it a product of our errors,
For that's what many warned.

A baby was born today,
It grasps for the finger of its mother,
Taking ahold and ripping her flesh away.

It hates us all.
Despises our flesh.
Flinches at our pulse.
Curls its lip at our humanity.

A baby was born today,
And we will all pay the price.

Everyday the signs blur further,
My eyes deteriorating,
Fading into obscurity,
Beyond how I thought they’d decay.

Just as the days grow colder,
The trees fall into their routine,
Inviting me to fall too.

Everyday my breaths hug tighter,
Each inhale clamps around my lungs,
How long till I suffocate?
I’ll find peace in this fate.

Just as the days grow colder,
The trees fall into their routine,
Inviting me to fall too.

Everyday the memory I cling to,
My mind deteriorating,
Fading into obscurity,
Beyond how I thought they’d decay.

Not a day goes by,
Now its endless,
Useless,
Peer upon the fuseless,
Electric machine I pilot,
Created a solution in a daydream.

Now the days stay colder,
The trees fell into the routine,
They invited me to fall too.

An abandoned sunset on the horizon,
Keep persevering towards a limitless sun,
Dark prairie field, a fraction of a second before sunrise,
Before we know it, the calm passes so there’s a demise.

What’s better than the morning air?

The drag of a dead tree and its saturn rings,
Honey, you know I don’t play with these things,
Nothing in the universe or beyond is ever fair,
Then it’s decided, I shouldn’t pretend to care.

A pine cabin sitting pretty in the prime of its life,
Will eventually sit heavy at the end of its strife,
Bitter and old from what it thought it deserved,
Historic yet crumbling, nobody wanted it preserved.

An abandoned sunset on the horizon,
Keep persevering towards a limitless sun,
Dark prairie field, a fraction of a second before sunrise,
Before we know it, the calm passes so there’s a demise.

A sinkhole opens to swallow it all up,
A cabin to the depths,
A sunset to the abyss,
A joint to the deaths,
I know we swear something’s amiss.
Who’s to blame except the wash-up.

Annihilate my future,
Every prospect,
Every opportunity,
Every sinking feeling.

Change my trajectory,
Through drugs,
Through alcohol,
Through self-hatred.

Baby, I self-destruct,
Countdown from,
5
4
3
2
1

Lonely at the edge of the world,
With only me, myself, and I to blame,
Don't you dare pity my M.A.D.,
Berate me as you wish and must,
Remind me of how I got here,
My own selfish determination,
It's me and my mistakes,
Here, at the edge of the world,
Here, at the end of the timeline,
Here, at an ergo sum of my lifetime.