Missteps to the Battlefield

The enemies surround me
I see them on all sides
The descended shadows, but a memory
The flames though, still burn

Prohibition
When one has not realized the change of state
Leads one to,
Exacting, disasterous, inhibition

Do not let your guard down around the barbarians
They will always collude
An ally in the ranks is a hope
An envoy from the battlefield

Do not neglet his position
As he has staked himself out for you
Remember him, as he slides back to the fold
And always keep an eye for the gracious barbarian

Work

Identured servitude
Slavery
Barking dictations
Chaotic obstruction
Unbelieving
Taken of the soul
Control from the uncontrolling
Dictates of the weak
Pathos of servant
Servile
Managerial poison

Needy Needlessness

We fight
To keep ourselves safe
Yet
We cause
Our own insecurity
Through our insecurities
Through our suspicions
Through our distrust
We combat
We struggle
We antagonize
We believe in ourselves
Do we try to overcome
Or let down our guard
And hope the best is yet to come

BLEEDING RAGE

I’m, fucking,
Crying on the inside
Raging on the inside
I feel it
Right under my skin
In my joints
The energy
Green and black and red
The electricity
Yellow and black and blue
I dont know what to do with this
I could harness it
But, truly,
I’m scared of it
I hope it leaves me
Eventually

Aquaintanceship

The ultimate lie
We speak
In the phatic language
Never truly saying
Who we are
What we mean
The shifting sands
Of impression
When will you realize
Who I am
And flee