I'm repulsed by them. They're repulsed by me.
They convulse inside of the screen while I cope with my flightless wings.

The sheer size of the thing that's crashed into the planet is staggering.
The fragmented matter creating massive caves and cavities.

The battered brains of imps and trolls succumbing to simian written scrolls.
Screaming fanatics wreaking the havoc on everyone living betwixt the poles.

Ripped a whole in the intro-verse. The introverted turned extroverted.
The lesson I'm learning is lessons are never the answer unless connected to current,

Data. My mind is 99 terabytes when I stare with eyes that
Barely identify what their iris sees. Like trying to stare at a virus,

Please, my mind recedes into the night and creeps beside the trees.
Like a feisty weasel dreaming of finally finding a bite to eat.

Ride a bike to the beat. Leap from the top of a waterfall.
Reap the grains before the competing beavers go and farm it all.

Make sure you put your armor on each morning before you absorb the enormity of the boulder roaring toward the front door. What a horror scene.

Innocence, nurture, nature, choices.
Interactions, skin tones, eye color, voices.
Intermittent chaos, order, serenity.
Venom-filled victors spread their energy.

I wish to murder them. They wish to murder me.
They currently burn at a thousand degrees and use their skin as currency.

They approach things with an urgency that makes everything seem like emergencies.
They yearn for things that don't exist with a sickness that reeks of absurdity.

I suppose it is absurd of me to try an use pieces of eight.
To pay for the beatings I take and the pieces of me I leave in the wake.

Scream and shake in a cliché' way. Beat em when they pay or when they don't either way.
Screech like a panicky banshee. There’s tear on the canopy I can’t see.

Aim for the man with senseless grin. It’s a grim thought yes, but it stems from the man within.
I’ve been depleted of mana for so long, I don’t feel I’ll get another chance to begin.

I ran for the fence when I danced with the wind. Answerless and cancerous.
Glamorlessness rampant and I’m good with that. I handle it.

Handle-less I overheat and shoot steam from my eye sockets.
My nonsense takes the reigns and seems to result in a light wallet.

My thoughts are the by-product of hysterical men with a laser cannon.
This micro-anger-management seems to be the state I’m damned in.

Innocence, nurture, nature, choices.
Interactions, skin tones, eye color, voices.
Intermittent chaos, order, serenity.
Venom-filled victors spread their energy.
Belief systems, prejudices, fear-based, awe-stricken.
Blood red, lily white, bigger than all religions.
Immensity, monstrosity, belligerence, far-gone.
Mimic-mouths, gasping trouts, everything the stars watch.

I’m disgusted by them. They’re disgusted by me.
They’d be pleased as punch to see me stuffed in an oven and smothered with butter and grease.

And cranked up to 300 degrees the doves have ceased to flap and flutter their wings Against the massive rumbling building up underneath.

But what? And because of who? I don’t think we’ve been introduced.
What cold bitter view from a minimal room overlooking hell, I get confused.

I miss the abuse that I dimly dished out. I think I’m owed big when I stick my lips out.
My hips have rhythm and continue to sway with the beat till my heartbeat ticks out.

Then it all gets weird and the cycle replays. We’re born. We die. No whys in the way.
It’ll size you up and fly to space with your soul in a bag and your eyes so glazed.

Bury me please. Bury me deep. Bury me quickly. Add me to the heap.
Sadly I peaked when I did a bunch of acid leaped through the air like a rabbit that bleeds.

Bad little birdie with a cast on your wing. Fascinating what’ll happen in time.
I’m dragged back to the back of line where I skipped ahead in the shadows at night.

I brought about the cattle’s demise and rode the waves of a thrashing tide.
Passion is a pit of ghastly glass in which I have to dive.

Innocence, nurture, nature, choices.
Interactions, skin tones, eye color, voices.
Intermittent chaos, order, serenity.
Venom-filled victors spread their energy.
Belief systems, prejudices, fear-based, awe-stricken.
Blood red, lily white, bigger than all religions.
Immensity, monstrosity, belligerence, far-gone.
Mimic-mouths, gasping trouts, everything the stars watch.