one day we’ll return
to the
place where we belong
but we’ll go
the long way round
and make our
way as killers
scorching
hallowed ground
until we
learn to speak as children
devouring
stolen apples
in the
orchard of the sun
where once
we built
our monstrous
war machines
and turned
them on our gods
all words have failed us so we turn to the violence boiling in our hearts we’re talking war again our words are crimson with the justification of blood an eye for an eye the blindness of lust but we will have justice we shall wreak revenge we shall kill in the name of humanity vouchsafe our security through the shedding of blood we must defend our lives and love the bloody sword the only good enemy is a dead one they’re not even human number them with their murdered children their hearts are breaking now god grant them peace when this madness is done
every face tells a story but all faces are masks and all lips were made for lies there’s a kernel of truth buried in every deception for we are purely abstract a triumph over chaos living in a world of pure theatre we are all of us fiction woven into fact our silence screams for truth but even silence lies we are what we hide this is a world of illusion reality is only glimpsed through an opaque lens everything we do is a masquerade a dance within the mind
age smothers with
daily cruelty and I’m longing for
peace but not too much I’ve
been imagining my death instead of
sleeping away my days there’s blood in the bathroom I’ve been
spurting out life from my commonplace heart I don’t court it I’d rather avoid it but it finds me unprepared and alone I’ve studied the science and I must surely die someday but I just can’t see it it
isn’t really me I’ve decided to live
to die of boredom in another thousand years
I’ve been living for tomorrow all my sorry life but living for the moment might be worth a try because I’m dying incrementally one fear at a time one day we’ll talk about immortality but today let’s talk about death and
why it’s stalking me
