A broken system makes monsters mandatory for existence

Some people find it easier to become beasts

The saint may swoon....when savagery becomes easier than presumed

Some find it out of shear desperation

When an indifferent world contorts you into that primitive state

Fang and claw exposed with terrified eyes

A chest full of concrete

A brain forced into despondency...

turn the dial and you only hear static

Sanity sequestered inside coma mechanics...

anticlimax by way of numbed timelines

I would pray for you

But we both know...

the sky is already crowded with echoes

Goodbye

When free will falters..

madness makes moves

Eyes reassemble for nonsense

Their only crime was observing

We are...

A generation suspended in asphyxiation

torn between vanity and breathing

painted masks smear

Forever screaming into tilted cup


There were days when love conquered fear

Now

we no longer linger here


Footsteps shrouded

constantly retreating

victims of loud speaker urgency

Pilgrims for a spun world

pioneering a new god


A Chemical persuasion

A reflections hesitation

Watch the duality unfold


An impasse steals the ******

We never knew moderation

Muted madness

finally speaking

A radio full of ghosts

quietly weeping

A reasonable robot

will never be found

What is lost

can never be profound

My life is usually unraveling quietly inside various states of disarray

Its my own doing and I am a professional

I know I sound self absorbed and self afflicted

I hope I didn't steal your time

I am a lot of things

but I am not a thief

I suppose I could take comfort in some small consistencies streaming through our species

In comparison to the time we spend dodging trains

Or pursuing another 0rgasm with an animalistic momentum

This is light speed fleeting

Still

Only a small step away from creating black holes

Anyway...

I say obsessive compulsive disorder

the red tape says crazy

I say these 60 hours of consciousness are the product of a restless mind

the white suits say its surely a chemical inbalance

but upon what scale are they operating?

(eyebrows raised in disbelief)

THE SCALE OF SANITY OF COURSE

oh

The only thing that provokes a serious need for vacancy in my life

Is full pockets

That's not a half baked metaphor

nor is it an obscure display of nerves crumbling

...forever deconstructing inside a failed attempt at demonstrating the burdens of existence

I really cannot stand crowded pockets

My lifestyle does not accommodate such a condition

Tobacco boxes and plastic flames

Cheap contraptions for times subtraction

A wallet absent of evil

Still

Chalk full of all the proper identification for existing

and depending on the day

The necessary tools for twisting reality into compliance

A touch screen distraction full of pain and despondency

Its disgusting I know

we all stay cozy and space phone faded

When I come home

The first thing is excavating pockets

an act of defiance towards my own brain

I throw it everywhere

my disease has broken three phones

This has no purpose

Nor does is contain the thread of my own insecurities

its merely the ramblings of a mind finally breaking

its clearly time for the sleep that keeps eluding my trajectory

it will be a microscopic moment on a backdrop full of faceless collisions

My off switch is stuck on the green light

I wish I could wake up for a sun rise

instead of avoiding it like a criminal caught up in circumstance

When dissecting obscurity

you must possess a mind designed for mutiny

When habits gather for scrutiny

blinks are the only reprieve

When reality is no longer graced with a reasonable view

A soul may stumble into coma mechanics

I saw your face first

The same familiar stranger on a red light backdrop

My mind breaks when I realise you've been dead for a decade

A molecular concentration takes flight

screaming

"No more please"

Seizures like septic

this ringing has no rhythm

Ear full of static

I've been here before

but under a much different skyline

Gravity was too efficient

My skull lacked the proper buoyancy for a concrete introduction

I eat dirt and mingle with the microscopic

My mind searches for a reason

but it's only momentary

The curtain falls and I forget breathing

WAKE UP!

The void came like a seamless integration

A barbed tube for a veins intrusion

A legal stupor out of time

The bag claimed life juice

The white suits claimed hydration

Mouths curved skyward like so much obligatory optimism

Although

Their eyes suggest my body sits in shambles

I see...

I lay sheet strapped and completely surrounded

The jaws move like monsters

Words spoken like rusted mechanics

So scripted and so sick

No graces rooted in humor

Oh how I felt the *****

My addled antics have no place on this floor

...I was only one level away from the fun house

My face falls into laughter because it's all so serious

Sand dial urgency now

The world says they never needed this kind of strange anyway

Still

I hope I can stay