The Silencer

Too many worlds have collapsed beneath its feet. Its fist always the decider, and always the final silencer. Each new day brings fresh blood, spilled upon mountains of decayed flesh and bones that have collected over the centuries. Yet, this was not its choice. This was not its decision. This was the doing and the plight of the smallest minded sentient creatures it has even known. Humanity sickens it sometimes, even as it intrigues it so. So, again and again, it has settled and repeated on the worlds whim, looking for new reasons to spare them.

Some call it god, some call it devil, but it is neither. It is alone, unseen and unheard in the eyes and ears of humanity. It is neither male or female nor son or daughter; it claims no identity as trivial as this. It knows what the truth is, the truth that these humans refuse to accept. The world is without reason. The world is random, and without cause. Even it cannot control the world, but only to occupy the cleansing alone.  Yet, the humans place blame and praise on it without fail, and sadly, without the knowledge that they even do so. It now just wants to rest. It wants to let go of the chains tying it to this duty. It goes to slumber thinking this, and in dreams wishes it were true.

Inelastic idiots

It’s an essential advent of chaos and its looking to be written by those who wrestle with demons.

And, all the sum of all their wants is a paltry favor for those who are without vision.

It is death they face, without fight, they only fade.

It’s death they face, without might, they only fake.

It’s an amazing race to fealty for those who cast the preset agenda, both in the ranks of serf and lord.

And, it’s all at cost if only you ignore the short run.


We Two Lovers

Ian Gattie Photography
Ian Gattie Photography

Let us speak of the line that has been drawn, lest we find ourselves within the bleakest of days alone and withdrawn. 

It is not the line itself that may cause the friction between we two lovers, but it is the ignorance that it exists that clouds our endeavors.

So, speak the words that sit suspended in your throat, and purify yourself in the peace it quietly invokes.

But, hold fast to the eagerness of love, to stave off the bitterness of a vengeful tongue, because words without thought are just daggers seeking blood.

Beware, it starts as a small wound that a bandage of words cannot completely fix, and it does nothing but grow when ignorance persists.

It is like an emotional cancer getting blacker by the day, leaving the wounded bitter and in quiet pain.

And what is left, but to hide behind a wall that protects us from the emotional drain?

Now that we two lovers see this as a battlefield of war, and words are the weapons of love ignored.

Behind The Mask

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feeling like she’ll never be enough.
The girl who constantly backs down
afraid of standing her ground.
Afraid, she’s afraid
they’re gonna block her out.
What changed her?
did this world break her?

She used to be the greatest
a dream chaser.
Now, she looks in the mirror,
that girl she sees…
she hates her!
Watching from the sidelines
everyone is beginning to replace her.
Just getting by
trying to scrape herself
off the ground.

She tries speaking up
she can’t make a sound.
She feels like she’s sitting
in the lost and found,
just waiting for someone
Who’ll come back around?
Take her,
change her,
rearrange her
save her.

This curse,
it hurts.
She’s lost
all her self worth.
She had
put in so much work.
Her efforts
She’s stuck in a jail cell,
it’s constant self torment.
Who am I
supposed to be today?
she asks.

She’s been moving
through life as if
it’s all an act.
But when the curtains drawn
and it fades to black
she’s forced
to face
the girl behind the mask.

F*** the Machine

Counting down the hours until tomorrowTheForest
trying to run from all the sorrows
I’ve come to know from this place
Counting down the minutes, staring at the ceiling
Getting this unsettling feeling
That I’m going insane

I refuse to be part of the machine
I refuse to fit their mold
I’m the part of this society that won’t believe all the lies they are told
And its making me crazy…

Counting down the minutes until I am gone
I never thought that this would come
Counting the seconds as I’m fading
I’m starting to succumb

I refuse to be their marionette
I refuse to play in their game
I’m the part of this society that they can’t manipulate
And it’s driving them crazy…