This is the beat - you move through the world like it is yours - you are an electron zombie, a pedestrian hit and run on the information superhighway you continue on as if nothing has happened but you are dead to the world and she is dead to you as you mar her, scar her, bleed her dry, a living evisceration, gorging on her flesh and vomiting poison Of your kind no one sees you and you see no one - all for one and one for none. but there are those that can see and feel all that you do witnesses to your ravenous soullust consuming everything around you giving nothing back - her spiritlings that sound warning you choose not to notice you bleed Novocaine oblivious as your fantasies embalm you, mummified by the Ether lobotomizing reality the remnants of you believing your being is existence - the axiom being virtual suicide mutually assured eradication of life and living and all things beautiful but what is that to the necroambulent- nothing but a feast the decay is of no consequence for you feed on the essence the soul is what matters the hum of the lifeforce it is more than you can stand you must kill the voice - it tells of your misery your disease your void... but the silence is sickening because now... now it's inside. It chews slowly at you from within savoring the repast of revenge sweet and succulent yet bitter still - consuming slowly no need to kill knowing that the end is just the beginning reborn as something more forgiving - the pain is gone, your roots run deep - the forest of you is finally free.
2 comments:
This is totally slam poetry. This needs to be read with an angry, rhythmic voice with perhaps some sporadic drum beats in the background. I'm imagining bongos, but that's not right at all... Something else, maybe. Or maybe no drums at all. ...Coolness!
Yeah. You get it. No one in history has ever enjoyed making so many suffer on such a universal scale than we and our culture have. All the while we rape and rape and rape the earth that lets us breathe and live.
God must have taught us to do that. In His infinite wisdom, He created some real assholes to destroy everything He created, right. That's like sending out your sperm in order to fertilize an egg that will become a baby that will commit suicide at adolescence. Oh, shit, maybe we do that too. Suicide of the Species. So advanced are we.
Cheers.
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