The walls bleed memories
The sky shakes off It's dry
Dead skin in anticipation for
The sun to shine it's hottest for
Summer
The heat makes brittle,
Old things.

It is a vampire.

Draining what it can from the full,
But concentrating mostly on finishing off
The last drops of anything from
That which is used up
So that it cannot be refilled,
Again.

Cruel world laws.

Winter embodied rest & recharge,
And now it is time again to
Pay The Piper.

Discarded soda containers &
Cigarette butts line busy streets.
Two legged animals meander wrapped up
In the sick warmth of their own depravities.

It's impossible to be in the green
When there is no longer a fountain of life.
Worthless batteries, built to be self concerned
To distract from the importance of absolute truth.

We are told it doesn't exist.
So we don't have to seek it.
So that we may be excused
To make up our very own...
To manifest comfort in our clans or kin
Or friends
In our self made universes
Where we can 'bear' our self created
Realities.

Nevertheless the pulse of the system keeps on
Drumming away
Sometimes the pulsing in our ears gets to be
Just too much to bear, and
We try to cave our own heads in to make it stop
Beating.
Beating.
Beating.

Even the creatures survive in quiet desperation
If time existed,
I'm sure the consensus would be
That it's running out.

So let's have our drinks with ice & straws,
And enjoy the baseball season, A/C &
Plastic 'outdoor' chairs of an offensive
Color persuasion until the world falls
Dramatically straight off it's axis.

While we in chosen ignorance
Get high off of
Our precious poisons:
Indulgence
Pleasure
Ego &
Self Exaltion
At the expense of

Everything.

To simply be superior in our own worlds
To be lesser gods
Of a minute kingdom of nothing
We need to pretend is

Something.

As long as we bury our heads
Into our own mirrors, and
View the world only through
Bias,
Unbending,
Limited perception
You Painted Glasses
There will be un-justice & misery
In this collaberative existence
Known as "Life".