I don’t have the time
to memorize
or get stuck on
old lines.

Not because
of new rhymes
but because
my hyper mind
has already
super sonically
jetted to
the next horizon.

The end of the world
will not need me.
The grief I see
will depart swiftly
when my consciousness
cease to be anything.
Death will release
the anguish I breath.

All the books that I read
will crumble like
dry brown autumn leaves.
All those man-made things
will rot, rust, or tumble.

Even our shared history
will recede into obscurity,
then further into
nothingness,
allowing space and time
to completely
forget us.

There is the sound of
bones snapping
acting like
two soldiers cracking
sword against sword
with such a fierce resistance.
It is almost painful
but after
the tension passes,
though I know
it is probably
not healthy
for me
I still crack
my joints
gleefully.

Darkness blooms
like a tattered shroud
encasing everything
around.
The night consumes
with a ravishing
hunger
wanting
all human beings.

Stars barely blink at all.
I watch comets fall.
As they come crashing down
in an era of extinctions,
all that I can see
breeds dark ages of negativity
erasing my humanity.

Love could have been
a lighting force
guiding me to something more,
but truth is the terror.
So, people live in the biasness
that most claim to abhor.

Thus, like the night that comes
I lose all the light I see.
The sick bits of myself
slip away.
Till, I become someone else,
and as a child of the darkness
flee from the hope
of something better for me.

The struggle burns,
scorching scars
straight down
to my bones,
cause I know
I struggle alone.

All the hopeful promises
were like sugary treats gone rotten.
So, I lay sprawled out in pain
a loving body forgotten.
It was only once
she ever said she loved me,
told me all her deepest pains.
I told her she was lovely,
and so splendidly strange.
I’d come over and she’d recline
into the comfort of my arms
and every time I’d find
the beating of my racing heart.
She would tell me to rub her feet
or massage her neck and back,
and though I proved I loved her true
she never let me get farther than that.
I know she had every right to.
It just broke my heart to be so closed to her
and watch her walk off
with some other ****.
All the hopeful promises
were like sugary treat gone rotten.
So, I lay sprawled out in pain
a loving body forgotten.

Money, alcohol,
video games and football
sports entertainment,
movies, cars,
trips afar,
social networks,
****** relationships,
if these are the things
we are run by,
searching for that
purchase high,
working lives
fun put on hold,
as you hold onto
your nine to five,
if all we are
is the desire to acquire
and be distracted
till our clocks
stopped,
then what is the point?