Rainbow hearts in grayscale palettes,
Brightness levels set to nine.
Celebrating every flavor —
One month, no love left behind.

And still we say
The sun rises.
Still we say
The sun sets —
Invalidated, ancient concepts
Used so often,
They've burned into our heads.

End of the line, settling decline
With mere inches of sky
Left to sail until breach,
The unreachable up has become
The unrealized me.

Freefall repentance
Through clouds of missed chances,
Eyes fixed on the bottomless
Pits of release —
Towards where Death,
My savior eternal
Is waiting for me.

Diving from the ledge
Through fading outlines of redemption,
Into unfamiliar depths —
Sacrificing anything,
Everything.

Words like scars,
Wounds carved
Into the bark of this world.
Fearful confessions,
Like a record
Audible by touch alone —
We were here once before,
Much like you.
We were lost once, too.

Embracing our outer demons,
We beat drums of war,
But let them win —
Self-betrayal in celebration,
Lest a silence amplifies
The ones within.

Strength by strength
To fear, to fear,
Until defiance's well runs dry.

Skittering through the dark
On hands and knees,
After marbles loose —
Not lost —
But to be honest,
It is not too big a difference.

Live afraid
And Death
Will wink.

Adrift in reason,
Make logic your tether.

Art knows beauty's order,
The all-in-its-place
To be a human weakness —
A thing to overcome,
Yet, rarely grasps
Its depths of truth.

The weight of days —
Good nor bad
Comes in measures
But too little,
Too much,
Too soon,
Too late.

Populist, masochist,
Violent macho alpha bullshit —
How is this still a thing?
Capitalist education systems.

It's sadly still a thing,
Polarizing public statements —
Be they sexist, be they racist.
Why so bitter, little ubermensch?

Culture? Nah, mate.
Industry just zooms in
On the niche,
Extrapolates the artifacts
Set to a beat
To keep the world tuned,
Dancing to their feed —
It's simple economics.

Forget fiction —
Let's discuss truth
And its many masks.

Creation breeds
In the delta of sanity,
Where reason
Bleeds back into an ocean
Of sense.

Triple-layered humblebrags,
The clown outshines the martyr —
Pain-shaded, painted smiles
Sheltering under paper screens,
Catering to all your expectations.

Winner, winner —
I chickened out
And got some dinner instead.
Winner, winner,
There's no happiness in fame.
Winner, winner —
It's a shame that it still needs to be said,
That there is no opinion greater
Than our own.