Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.    

Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!

If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..

Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.

Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.

Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?

"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."

By Sorav#8697 and Athena#2204 (discord); a collaboration

  • Author: Sorav (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2023 19:23
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Subvert my empathy!'
    how sad
    that intoxicating distortion
    of wrath...
    I hope a days may come
    where you seek salvation, beyond
    anger's tendrils
    for within that lava heat you spew
    upon our callous world
    exist, ashes of your own defeat
    (a great write, dear poet
    such brevity of impassioned commentary)
    if you permit me, asking for you patience
    in advance, I have quoted lyrics below
    from a song, by a favoured artist of mine
    from 'why do' by that wordsmith
    'Living in foulest conditions, still breed proudest traditions
    We speak, everybody listen
    But we still jealous, when one of us shining
    Like I'm grindin, why's my man shining?
    I ain't criticizing, been known to be whiling
    Just tryna give you food for thought when I'm rhyming
    Cause I'm tired of youts' them dyin' cause there's no guidance
    But I won't have my fam cryin
    An eye for an eye? That's your science?
    Cool we're the same then, let's get blinded'
    (treasure your capacity for empathy
    however hard, it may be
    to exist while embracing awareness
    indeed this is a burden, far
    too few, are gifted)

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