Pigs carry giant whips and shoot bullets and spray their spit at bats.
Bats fly and bump into rats. Rats claim they are cousins yet eat some bats and become poisonous in their speech. Bats cry out that everyone can have a slice of the freedom cake take one piece each.
Rats are hungry because there's a hole in their tummy so they tell the pigs to steal the whole cake. Bats bat their eyelids to the darkness realizing their alliance was fake.
There is no companion, Only company. There is no love but They are lovely. There is no curiosity to ask: “What are your dreams?” “Your secrets?” “Your difficulties?” There’s no desire to observe a legacy.
Maybe the protagonist is to blame. Years were spent building A foundation based on Secrecy and mistrust But I had no idea People were happy and willing To play along.
I feel such terrible distress Like I lost something as precious As my purpose. All the screams and darkness Swooping over me and drowning my senses Fear is senseless And reckless. Fear is helpless So painful it’s painless. So dark It blinds me with its brightness.
This world goes in circles And repeats cycles And I’m stuck in the middle As I cry in my comfortable cradle Because I am blessed to point out that my only curse Is having to feel And live a life so real It haunts me in my sleep And seeps into my dreams. And buries me in a grave.
Why do I cry for the future? The present is a cloud And fate is the wind And I try to find my silhouette Reflected within.
I revel in this collective fearful consciousness. I revel in this confused toxicity and if this isn’t telling Then I should be yelling.