They say that
Good things come
To those who wait.
That may be,
But not here,
Not for me.
They've probably headed
To where I
Should have been.

Made for pain,
Little signals, keeping us
Safe from damage —
Early warning systems
That may at times
Feel like too much,
But press on, and listen well
To what they tell us,
And remember.
No alarm lasts forever.

Hate is a virus.

Cold resentment, barely felt,
Merely a subconscious shiver.
Buried, simmering resentment,
Deepening the gap between us.
Dog eat dog we guard our turf —
Burning bridges, sinking chances.
Nothing ever comes from nothing.
Make the effort —
Aid the struggling.

Captives of a
Stalled dimension,
All controls but forward
Unresponsive,
Inching ever closer
To the end.

Just because we did not want it,
Just because we'd never choose it,
Does not mean we will not fight it
Now that it is ours.

Brothers, sound the drums of war,
Let it be our voice of reason —
Rhythms like the march of time,
Beats pulsing to the sound of fear.
Sisters, set your children free,
All for the great ideal.
Be the drums of war,
Feel them beat within us all.

For he who stands on top,
Empire.
Enforce the dream that never was.
The lie so true it came to be,
Empire.
Blackening the history pages
Shaking all beliefs.

For the glory of the one,
Empire.
Greatness, so much smaller than its sum.
A legacy of blood,
Empire.
Twisting fates,
Erasing who we were.

Blame rotates
Around its center.

Feeling sorry,
Feeling pity for oneself —
Victimhood paralyses.
Deer in headlights,
Move or die.
Life's not fair,
Get over it.

Order, disorder.
Chaos — this chaos
Spirals ever further.

Fear the burn, kill the fire.
Fear the truth, praise the liar.
Search the heavens for a master —
You'll only get there faster.

A thousand words can paint a life,
A thousand thoughts can bare a soul —
A thousand days, a thousand prompts.
My gift to you.

Rejoice in the present —
There is nothing
But today.

Evil motives, selfish plans —
Break the world with
Everlasting consequence.

Single player games,
Multiplayer world —
Spacetime spanning
Countless generations.
Earth, the ultimate escape room.

You don't love me —
Maybe once, but honey,
That me's long gone.

None of us
Got close enough
To notice
The fissures in her smile.

Optimism, pessimism,
Either may be realism —
Gloom may still
Hold purpose.