Thursday, January 25, 2024

"Adrift"

 
Adrift in the winds of uncertainty.
Questioning reality designed by AI.
Society is a bomb with a short fuse;
Chaos has its finger on the trigger.
The world is spiraling into anarchy.
Rich boys escaping in phallic rockets
As the poor riot over a pointless pink cup
Only to further fuel the damn algorithms.
A country is an egomaniac's playground
As we loom closer to the world burning
With the final evolution of our destruction.
Nature will be forever scarred by the ashes.
As lines are drawn between blue and red,
Dividing a powder keg fueled by hatred.
The fuse timer delayed for this November.
The bringer of death will tally our fates.
Behind closed doors, the future is bought.
A pact paid for by the souls of the damned.
As we foolishly pray towards the neon gods.
Our last hopes adrift in the winds of chaos. 

Monday, January 1, 2024

"The Dancer"

She danced amongst the stars
While the scars of my past clouded mine.
Carefree and spontaneous as the wind
While I hid within a tempest of madness.
She tried to break down the walls within,
And release me from my cell of sadness.
My heart shattered into pieces by deceit.
My barren soul scarred by their madness.
She showed me a world full of happiness
Through tenderness and sincere empathy.
She put the pieces of my heart together;
Removed from my soul layers of apathy.
We dance together amongst the stars
As my past buried by the sands of time.
Our eyes burning with visions of hope.
No longer clouded by the scars of my past.
As I stay planted in the sands of time.
Her eyes burned with visions of hope