The lack of wonder at the world in the last days has led me leave the reality of the world.

The religion, the ‘democracy’, the hypocrisy.

Maybe not forever.

I’m not taking the mind-altering substances it may appear I’ve been indulging in.

Living on a steady diet of water, food, music and emotion.

They call me egotistical, call me impressionable.

But what am I to do without relatable material?

Teenage death games, pain and suffering, fearing all that we can inhibit.

A Cry From Humanity

He lives in a world where he is waiting for his muse

The poet bleeds a feeling he substitutes for catharsis,

A world in where humans named the universe,

Put their place in the centre,

All that we know is what matters to our own,

A world that speeds to beat the age of years and death,

Where the only truth is the words of those who stroke their hubris,

The only truth we can provide is that from the derangement of our minds,

The only truth we will believe is our own,

A truth we can never agree on in entirety and so we create our own deaths,

Pain and suffering our worlds are already dead,

This is all we have for you to read,

And to make up your own mind on,

I’m a dead man already,

Fighting with rotted hands and teeth to create hope,

I want freedom; I want my words heard,

Choice must be made a choice,

A right human’s have been denied,

The joy has been removed,

Enlightenment or regression?

Sex is being sold,

People are being sold,

Freedom is being… forgotten,

Our time is a time of pain,

Who will fight?

How will we fight?

Are words our only weapons?

Will this only be a rebellion?

Is there going to be a revolution?

And at what cost my friends…?

-Pura