Faceoff
Imprisoned by vampiric convictions that gnaw at the flesh –
That feed off the souls of the would be romantics
And dine on the pain of the suffering masses.
Dreaming a dream that is more of a nightmare,
Tasting a taste that is like loathing on the tongue.
Here we stand;
Facing you – you face me.
Facing me – I face you.
There is a standoff of moralities –
A dance to the tune of mutually assured destruction.
Without empathy
We are the losers
Left to drown in our own wreckage.
Without compassion
We are the anonymous warriors
Fighting only to haemorrhage.
Without vision
We are the breeders
Of a malfunctioning civilization.
All bound as one –
As two –
As an infinite sea of soiled faces.
Driven by a famine we can’t feed
And the whisper of a divinity we can’t feel,
We become vacant husks;
Simple shells without an understanding of purpose.
Locked in this cold embrace
We grapple.
Shackled to nothingness…
Tethered to the inner fiends that suckle at the teat of our terrors –
That lick the beads of anxiety from out brows
And ravage our innocence, sacrificed in vain.
Believing a truth that is more of a lie,
Feeling a caress that is like acid on the skin.
Here we stand;
Facing me – I face you.
Facing you – you face me.
There is a confrontation of wills –
A scrimmage to the death of our megalomaniacal methods
Without sympathy
We are the broken
Left to fall apart in our own hands.
Without affection
We are the demons
Blazing only to extinguish.
Without remorse
We are the murderers
Of every idyllic vision.
All fettered in cables of odium –
Just drifting
In an ocean of misunderstanding.
Captivated by false promises that won’t hold,
And the longing for things we don’t need
We become androids;
Programmed only to march without the concern of destination.
Eternally shackled to our perfunctory insecurities,
We fail.
We fail.
Drowning
{The following was written as a song and though I usually rewrite songs into poem form for easier consumption, I never did so with this one… not sure why, but it is what it is. I did cut a little away for your viewing pleasure/horror since it really didn’t translate well as reading material – at least not in my opinion. This is still following yesterdays challenge theme. ~Robin~}
You’re drowning in waste high water
Hands flailing above your head
You don’t know exactly who you are…
You’re uncertain of what’s been said
And I see the man in the moon
He’s smiling – he’s laughing down on you
‘Cause you’re not alone, you’re just lonely
But you lock me out…
Like the cancer…
At your door…
At your door…
At your door…
I can’t take this pain anymore
And here have another drink;
Drown your sorrows in the bottle
It solves your problems – doesn’t it?
If even ‘till tomorrow
Wake up – questioning – the face beside you in your bed
And do you ever wonder…
Would it better off – If you were dead?
And here – take this knife
And drive it deeply through my soul
‘Cause I can not stay
To watch you kill yourself no more…
No – more…
No – more…
No – more…
And – I know where your money’s going…
Up your nose with that candy – not right.
I know now why you sleep all day…
And then you’re out and you’re gone all night.
I try to reach out to save you
But this time you’ve fallen too deep…
Be careful my friend – or I’ll lose you…
Ever more to eternal sleep
And I know….
You’re not the same
Oh I know…
It’s not the same…
mmhmm…
You’re not the…
I’m not the…
You’re not the…
Same.