I hear the muffled voices of distance
Snickers of the devils, the mockery of my existence
I could fade into mist, let blood feed on my soul
The treacheries of the present dig in the flesh of my form, a hole.
Cries of my smile go unnoticed, the tyranny of my heartbeat
Treated with apathy; I’m falling into the numbness of where I reside,
In this tormented abode, on an overcast, cold street.
A sardonic camaraderie is what I’ve accepted, with the masked creatures of being
That surround me; they lick my bones
While I walk the pathway of malice, at me, they throw stones.
I weep, gather my gait, my thoughts
Trying to awaken the carcass of my lungs that have been smothered, trampled upon
By the seize of their condescending eyes and uncouth manifestations.
I am hurting, falling, burying myself into the ground
To see what I can see, the teardrops of my endurance,
There they have left dots.

We live for nothing but tomorrow,
In anticipation of the inevitable impending,
Our faces full of vanity, our souls dwelling in sorrow.
We pray for nothing but bliss,
Our minds clinging on to thoughts of who we used to be,
Dopplegangers of a better part of us, all turned vengeful, all gone amiss.
We are fearful of ever having to perish
And so we try, tiresomely, to hold on to the things that make us force a smile,
The things perceived noble by others, we cherish.
We wreak havoc in this lifetime granted,
Standing steadfastly by pride, prejudice and all sins alike
Committing the illicit with bravado, boasting of the hatred we have planted.
Yet, a part of us can still love, can still be compassionate, and still spurt
Unconditional warmth and caressing concern, on the things we call dear
But we are too blinded to see, too deafened to hear, by the abhorrence that envelops us,
And self-consumed, we discard them too, never stopping to look back when they’re hurt.

We are in the middle of nowhere
We cannot stop to listen to ourselves, to our souls that conjure
Mirroring the brokenness of our existence
Transient as ever, we talk to the hushed voices inside our heads
expecting everything, neglecting resistance.
We are stuck in the monotone of having to breathe
Bleeding tears of dismissed dreams, succumbing to a protective sheath
Which never was, always appeared to be
And there we are, waiting for forever to come, set us free
We have nothing to hold on to, yet have so much to let go
We are trying too hard to perfect our scars, tame our shadow
It’s a beginning to the end of what we believe we can make
Of the rubble we toppled down to, but there’s no escape
We are hanging on to plummeting petals of a dehisced flower,
One that never ceased to bloom,
Thrown adrift, by our tyranny’s power.