XVIII. MISERY IS SOCIETY'S FAVOURITE SPORT
THE GAMES HAVE BEGUN!
you run around, looking for a piece of mind.
who needs weapons when you have words and thoughts?
– thoughts that feel like an animal inside your head, clawing at the walls of your brain, trying to break free and break you down in the process.
– words that feel like a million knives burying themselves in the back and chest of whoever you throw them at.
who will fire first?
who will fall first?
this is not living as you're merely surviving.
where's the society that the emperors preach about?
there's no stability and everyone runs wild, trying to buy a dream off a dealer of some sort, that has been selling dead hopes to broken men as a sport.
maniacs laugh as they witness the world destroy itself, they're hungry for misery.
could this mess be any bigger?
words have been thrown and thoughts are on the loose.
THE GAMES HAVE COME TO AN END!
( and so has humanity )
YOU ARE READING
SAVE ME // POETRY & PROSE
Poesía❝ONCE MY DEMONS ARE GONE, SO AM I❞ nikki [ middlenarnias ] july, 21st 2O16
