Oh

Hello there, me again

The voice inside your head you ignore

Just wanted to let you know

That everyone you love is going to die

That you will most likely die a painful death

And it doesn’t even matter

The world is going to shit anyway

Your government is probably lying to you

Everyone is becoming a fat keyboard warrior

Drooling over the fact that Queen B blinked

That you like to think you’re an individual

Yet the ongoing spread of communication

Means we have all become clichés

That the most joy you get in life

Is living through fictional characters

And that people are progressively more repugnant

You are glad if you don’t see another human being for a whole day

You will most likely work in a job you hate

For your very short life

To save up enough money

For some underpaid carer to forget to shower you

So you can sit there in old age

And think what a waste of time and space our society has become

But hey, you will die

Hopefully you live somewhere where euthanasia is legal

That’s all

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Ultra Silence

Only ever through a window, have I killed.
I’ve marched through halls making machine gun splatter art.
Crunched skulls underneath thickset leather boots.
Seen the split seconds of horror warp a persons face.
I’ve gone on mad blood frenzies sparked by rage.
Only ever through the gauze of space, have I killed.
Others breach the void.
Make their choice.
Blood boil.
If the unconscious had physicality,
Then we’d all be guilty.
A thought is a spark.
An act is a bang.

Living Uncertainty

Wearing clothes someone else has made
Eating food someone else has grown
Living in a home someone else has built

Does this feel like your life?
Do you feel in control?
How can you be sure this is freedom?
You can’t go wherever you want.
You can’t do everything you want to do.

You were taught algebra and grammar.
You learnt about wars and the achievements of dead people.
You weren’t taught how to live beyond the confines of walls.
Or if life were possible out of reach from satellite connections.

We are supposed to be advanced.
We are the human race that knows ever square inch of earth.
What are we without our guns, our computers, our armour?
We are delicate and defenceless.
Our skin blisters under the sun.
We bleed at the scrape of rock.
We are blind in the dark.

The truth is there is no truth.
We send rockets into space in hope something out there gives us an answer.
In the meantime, we try to cope with the overwhelming fear.
The fear of the unknown.
Or the fear that we will never know.