exacto-knife

Tears stream down my eyebrows
the start of a new beginning
There is nothing that can replace the pain from the past
Nothing can banish it
except death itself
(and even then, I’m not so convinced)

Steps.
Measured distances between legs,
mute, decrease and supplement

Far too late,
it’s a part of me now.

Learning to understand and accept it,
once it’s done, it just is.
And then it’s no longer pain,
it’s simply an extension of the body and mind.

It becomes so much that to take it away
would simply hurt 15 times more than it did from the start.

Tears and sweat
just another expression.
I choose sweat over tears
it’s what motivates me to live and breath

What inspires you to live?

Lighter fluid and kindling

Synapses open fire

it’s a civil war!

There are to be no wounded to remain,

it’s death or life.

Anything but is treason,

pure and simple.

No torture.
No questions.
Only assumptions,
judgments,
and straight protocol.

Never love thy enemy.
Never fear.
Simply destroy.

Why waste time asking
when all it begets is bullshit?
Why give pity,
when all it confirms is weakness?

The dead were simply too weak for the living.
We want only soldiers,
mind numb and gun at the ready.

No questions asked.
No excuses.
No treason.
No love.

Mercy on me,
my synapses have faltered
all that remains
is hatred.
Boiling my blood,
lighting fire to my body.

And the day begins anew.