I Fight Alone

You may have kind words
and play comrade under the sun

You may say we are one
and claim our blood is a shared body
broken and spilled

Integrity is key dearest:

Little words and little actions,
Large gestures and heavy lectures,
smooth talk sermons; what's that!?
Soap box delivery of self righteous soliloquies

Every breath you take in to release
gives light and body to your spineless soul, and
dictate the frivolous hot air you propagate with poise

What a lovely peacock skeleton

Your soul is void
Lies from the netherlands
of night's darkest shadows
Where no moon shines and stars flee and hide
Where do you abide, where is your dwelling place?

Face first in the ash

I can hear it loud and clear
the rejection of life, tides, and the wild ride
All your fears catalyzing your cowardice
as you claim to change these dark borders
Creation's suicide, I see no progress

All I see are children lost
in myth anthologies that they still can't understand
How many times can you read love
yet stand still and watch the world burn

While you pat your back for surviving in slavery
Your sisters are exposed!
Your brothers are numb!
Your fathers exploited!
Your mothers ravaged!

Wake up, wake up! Are you still deaf? Are you still blind?

What flesh are you giving to words you hold dear?
Rotting zombies expecting rebirth
never dying to the chains of the deceiver
Shed the death you carry
Fess up to your immaturity

"Firend,"
I fight alone...