In this day and age life and death are simply big business ruled by dollars and cents not senses check the census it’s more profitable to treat the symptoms why engineer a cure of course there’s the cost of your humanity but that doesn’t fund your vanity it’s a rather recent development so sad to see is this really the way things have always been or am I just seeing things again rosily through my goggles and glasses living in a land of make believe that never even existed these false memories are doggedly persistent but if you jog your memory you’ll begin to see reality creeping back into the picture ever so slowly it’s so unsettling but if that I were a betting man I wouldn’t put a dollar on the human race mutually assured destruction must be the case unless we face our inner demons begin collectively conceiving rather than just dreaming or believing it’s the basis of the entire structure that I believe in consider the challenges we face how little emphasis on others we place Locked alone in thought like a disparaged despot depressed the clock grows hot and burns my eyes as the sun begins to rise life is full of surprises right on the horizons even when you can’t see them - attempt avoidance but you’ll only manage a small semblance séance burning like incense let these words in-sense some sort of reaction that ignites a small passion Name like Nightcrawler as the night around me grows darker I can feel my abilities grow stronger the darkness hones my senses makes them sharper victims left senseless battles are suspensless mind constantly under duress not necessarily with trying to impress or best my opponents but seeing the components that assemble to form the bio-organic entity of our world known only as Voltron like Tron we now see the world virtually wire frame work anything can be just as simply illustrated or drawn efforts are constantly frustrated I lock myself in my room and just keep on writing attempt to keep righting wrongs that have been perpetrated through my words in a song like a swarm I’m a locust one day I’ll transform from my current form chrysalis cocoon to an anarchist havoc wreaking omnipotent passive activist even if my records are followed by asterisks monstrous skills how long did it take to master this There’s no need for profanity when you take time to fashion words so insanely succinctly my ability is uncanny like an X-Man mutant meta-human granted verbal surgical precision but the truth is the decision to approach the microphone wasn’t mine alone there’s a voice that’s in my mind when I’m alone and over the years it’s grown a personality of its own began to make its own choices even developed its own inner voices exerting control most powerful and masterful over an eviscerated frame this thing just kept growing until now it’s finally exploding from beneath my skin fangs now showing as an all knowing third eye begins to appear just before my former mind dies the entity begins to infinitely multiply but the simple fact is that facts it supplants are hard to argue or deny when it touched my mind it cried that I wished I had died in fact even tried several times that somehow I couldn’t comprehend the means circumvent the end there’s no need to pretend because adversity may be the singular purpose of existence if one can simply begin to but judge it from a distance