It's true with one silent stare of deep dark eyes, 
He looks back, just to make sure she's real
He knows with one touch of her hand on his
Accidental
He allowed himself to feel something again
Captivation
Curiosity

Strange how we let simple emotions govern our life.
Major decisions; decided on the precipice of love or hate.
Pain or desire. 
or both.
Life fueled by the highs and the lows.

Manic.

He must love himself a good amount. He feels like he's always on the search for someone to love him again. 
Subconsciously.
"Who isn't looking for love?" he ponders
"And when they aren't, what are they searching for?"
"Can i know the secret?"

A blast in the distance, so great it's felt before it's heard
A long line of weary walkers--the death march

We don't stare down into the eyes of our smart phones anymore
OH NO
We don't obsess over silly things like that anymore
Not since our world was taken over

They said it would happen.
How many times did we hear about threats
How many times did we see the signs
How many times did we ignore blatant messages, distracted by scandalous media

I don't need a love like that
From individuals, to a single organism
We move onward with bald heads and heavy hearts, stripped of individuality and dignity, struggling to carry our guilt and ignorance.
The pain of hunger consumes all thought as we're lead by our new shepherds into this mysterious room.
This room containing vents, and drains in the middle of tiled floors, and hooks hanging like decorations from the ceiling and walls, and a smell of burnt fumigated flesh.

There is no 12-step program to recovery where we're going
OH NO
Where we're going there is no journey back home
There is no path to redemption
Or forgiveness
OH NO
Where our final destination lies, we feel
Only the licking of Lucifer's flames on our skin
Only the welcoming mouths of alligators lurking in the depths below
Only mind-wrenching pain of our guts being torn from our bodies while we're still very wide awake and very much alive.

But we were never free.
Not really.
Not when my privacy is being ***** by my fathers.
Not when my speech is being stolen from my throat
Not when my state is policed and quoted.
Not when I cannot marry my own *** without life or death consequences.
Not when i cannot make decision regarding my body without being reprimanded or condemned to hell.

And especially not since i look like you.
But I have a secret.
I am metal on the inside.
Devoid of your human emotions and crippling urges.
You never would have known, if I hadn't told you.

But let's face it--gullible is written on the ceiling. And you have been my sheep for longer than you will ever realize.

Survival of the fittest.
You thought you were still free because the only thing separating us was a vast amount of beautiful blue void?
Distance is only the amount of time separating two points.
What made you think we wouldn't make our way to you?
You'll never survive us.
As dark droplets fall from the sky, the taste of copper on your lips--
You'll die how you lived--unidentifiable sheep in a herd led by corrupted robotic suits, forever following the bread trail of an empty promise.

it happened without having once suspected it
that sound
that smell
that familiar convalescent appearance

smooth, sweaty, searching
gasping, clawing, speechless

it happened to them before
there's no escape this time
salvation was never enough
it was the yearning to finally
f       o       r       o        n     c       e
be home again


and we say HEY! you've turned me
and they say HEY! you've turned me
into the bane


it happened without having once suspected it
they did it to us
the shame
the horror
the curse

how long before we can finally be home
and face our bane?

Already so much distraction
You're always so close
Yet still just out of my reach
Like trying to catch smoke
You're a freedom flyer

"She dreams of love
He lives to run"

You can't contain a snowflake and expect it not to melt and evaporate. This is the science of nature, and thus is the nature of life. However unwilling to alter they seem.
Communication is key.
It's been lacking
My patience waning
The edge is near but I'm not weak
I refuse to succumb

There's little more satisfying than winning a fight. But how do you expect to win when the referee is a liar?
A thief of truth
So cold
Too proud to admit defeat
The only war being waged is within the self-his self.
The day is coming upon us that we will not fall
But rise in the glory and beauty of love
Where the

Loneliness in
Ourselves
Value
Everything

An ethereal utopia
A world where there is no defeat
A world only big enough for us
A world where you will let me set you free

Where nothing is forced but as natural as the mechanics of lungs created to subconsciously allow our meat suits life.