Void

If death became me today

A shroud of mercy it would be

Not my existential self

Just the festering mucous of humanity

Remember your lessons

and do as you will,

The sun is setting low.

Darkness approaches,

The dune rises

It will take a truthsayer to know.

Our seat at the table is waiting.

I can feel the robes of complacency

Slipping from my shoulders.

Stepping into my own,

The hills are high

Welcome the freedom of pain.

Burning inside out

I can think more clearly

Pull the dead flesh from your feet

Noticing pattern in the light

Resembles a dragon's wing

Prepared for flight

I have no fear of what lies below

But a sadness does creep upon me

From time to time

I see a light

Peeking at me through the shadow

That light resonates inside you

A form of kindness

Is a sacred work of art

Creationism in the

Palm of your hand

Cut the fucking programming

Fabrications of defiance

Payed to riot

Newfound compliant

No longer suffer fools gladly

There are humans among us

Living to make one another bleed

Parasitic greedy

Narcissistic

The ones in power they are not who we need

Why choose to be sightless

A passport to the cosmos

What it means to be human

Always a trapdoor

But let's see how far it goes