I am the dementor
Come
Gimme your soul
I’ll unfold
Its undoing
In withers of woe
As the shivers
Proliferate,
Glaciate,
Hold
You in skeletal clutches
My touch is
So cold
And I sow lonely
Floating
Atop blighted fields
As I sap the life out of
Your energy
Feels
Shall it yield
To me screaming
In resonant fear
When before you
My spectral dread
Form
Reappears

Heedless of warning signs
Beckoning risk
Building up
Expectations
Apart
Not adrift
Taking heart
In her dubious
Drawn to conclusions
Lugubrious
Gloom
Should the tomb
Come to ruins
A room growing old,
Fading out,
Fall away
If I go with you,
Run,
Or just ask you to stay
You would have to say no
For your future is brighter
Tonight though
It’s mine
That begins with a lighter

And I still adhere to nothing
But a payment
Mental state
A bunch of number
Cookie crumbles
To the wealth
I can’t equate
There is no fairness  
In indulgence
Someone always
Wanting more
You taught us borrow,
Spend and spend
Until we’re wallowing
In war
Through which beleaguered
Makes us free
A labor force
Supremacy
A gross consumption,
Mass production,
Killing spree
Serenity

There isn’t a hardship
Equipped
To bare me
Nor a tale of it told
In
Insincerity
Just awareness
No reader
Among them
Resides
Just illiterate
Intellects
Dressed in disguise
A convincing visage,
An officious veneer
Behind curtains
Be certain
Not what they appear
To embody
Exemplify
Buy buy bye bye
Just greet more of it smiling
And make us rely
On reposting they’re not
All that different from us
But before the law
Only in flawed
Do we trust
Not a perfect
Utopian
Book tally ban
Nor the killing machine
In the palm of its hand

All the realms of insanity
I’d sooner tread
Than be lost
In accosting
Immutable dread
For a shred of my dignity
Left to preserve
When the world
In its turning
Is malcontent verve
Wishing ill
On another
A massacre
Fracture
A captured
Caged-animal’s
Faithless
Enrapture
Encompass me
Weak
In conceit
Self-deceit
And expose my undoing
Like red upon wheat

Illusory solace
Is sadness at peace
Though some shred of subversion
I’ve yet to unleash
In its rabid
Hysteria
Yearns to be free
But society
Renders it
Tranquility
For contenders to thrones
Highly coveted
Cling
To a power
Imbalance
Not fit for a king
They would sooner see fear
Run amok
In the streets
And appease its bloodlust
By the number of seats
That their side of the
I’ll
Serve merely
Myself
Or the party,
The lobby,
The way of the belt

And wandering
Yonder
Beyond
The absconded
The dawn
Carries on
Like a soldier
Respawns
When the coms
Are all jammed
Don’t know who’s
In command,
Someone else
Just got banned,
And rebranding
The magistrate’s
Data
Wasteland
Is no longer
A viable
Pretense to feign
Nor promissory
Platform
On which to campaign
And deranged
In his compromised
Pride
Goes insane
Can’t refrain
From unloading
His madness
In clips
And all this
Still preceding
The day he enlists