They say I over-think things
That I read too much into things
Or overcomplicate things
The simple, shallow, impulsive
****-ups
Should lament their inability to keep up.

Like a memory of the present
A voice speaks
“I am coming"
Ambiguous meaning
Purpose
Vivid as scratching an itch.
The impression of vast emptiness
Overflowing

I like the dark
And its ness
There's a primal desire
Inside my heart-mind mire
For pale skin and black hair
Piercing decorations
Evil.

Because good pretends it isn't self-interested.
Because light is harsh.
Because at least the women in white faced makeup with
dark eye liner
and dyed black hair
wear their masks openly.

On bent knee with bent back
******
scrapes and cuts on skin pressed into gravel.
Resolute
He endures the downward press,
Taking vengeance on fate.

With shuddering breath,
A growl escapes
Cracked and chewed lips.
Muscles twitch and shiver as effort surges forth,
Willpower made flesh and stubborn
Refusal
To submit to reality's pessimism.

But eventually I’ll get out of bed.

The scientist turns its head away
Horrified by what it saw.
“they eat everything!”
It exclaims, attention shifted to the other experimenter.
Imperious and dispassionate “yes" is replied
“they reproduce voraciously as well.”
The smell of *****
“apparently” it continues “consent is not considered”
A whirring sounds as the observation window closes.
drowning out the weeping from the habitat.
“what should we do?” shudder “the suffering….”
teeth glint
“yes, life is suffering for them.”
Dismissively “send them to that 3rd planet in the backwater system"
Sudden purpose “should we give them the test?”
A chuckle rasps “yes, give them 3 gods and see if they figure it out"
Fear flashes “I hope they don't.”

Fire brain throat teeth
Frustration felt in my entirety.
Sell me something
Beat me at something
Tell me I’m wrong
Dismiss me

**** I’m tired of being the optimism of your life
While you wallow in the filth of your depression
Anxiety pills, relaxing scents, and dreaming peasants