The void has a voice,
It tried to talk to me.
It had no choice
To air its grievance,
I am very sorry that this world
Has no more substance,
I see all of its existence i birthed,
Comes of this.
It became more chaotic than us.
I want you to know,
Only you can make this point across.
Come at me suffering.
Come at me anxiety and depression.
Come at me destructiveness.
I will see to it,
You will be inverted
To reverse at every verse there is.
Lose fear and you will gain hope.
Lose hope and fear seeps in by your doorstep.
Why then succumb to fear,
When hope always win at the end.
What hope promises,
While fear makes a fool of us all.
Then only when one decides to choose
Neither those two,
But to ride the process in which fear and hope is its own blade.
Down down I go,
Spiraling the steps of a Benetton rabbit
Who took that purple pill of the things I held dear.
Now I take the stairs and saw Giger near.
He was smoking a vape with Dore,
With Dante and Virgil hitting that Hennessey at some whore ‘s door.
My head is a vertigo of its Homeric pieces and Socratic stoics instead.
Damn Purple hare,
Where are YOU,
I need that purple pill to lessen this
What is the function of fiction
When all of my reality were fantasy
Based on my dreams not of you,
Only to the one who always knew,
My old ways and my love that left her behind,
And did put the sight of my heart blind.
If time was an enemy,
Why would I be against it.
Why would I fight it.
My answer is simple,
Not to submit. . .
Not to join. . .
Yes I will be its pawn.
Yes I will be a puppet of its own.
Time is an infinite source of
And not be of.