Solitariness

You wake up adjacent to the sunlight...
Revealing dust where you lie...
Coiled in your bedspreads like an insatiable vine...

It is life, the stem which loneliness drains and withers...
And your heart, undomesticated, feeds ravenously on your posture...
A heavy parasite, a cross to bear...

And you can only hear the florets of lovers blossoming around you...
For your soul is taking root in the darkness where you reside...

Covert to Cupid's sight...
Unloved and weeded out...

I see you in the mirror waking up...

P.S.: Happy Valentine's Day, kids. Hold on on to your significant other and appreciate their devotion and company everyday, without the necessity of a titled holiday.

Relief in Assault

Their faces struggle against the chill of the world...
There are no coats to shield their backs against the falling sky...
Trained to pursue attaining a certain stereotype..
With a gag in their mouth, and the weight of the world on their backs...

They arduously tug at a god they may not turn around to meet...

But at night, while the masters and the managers succumb to slumber safe under their pleasant sleep...
The misfit lone wolves of our youth don't seek the sun outside of the cave...
They march towards a secret relief hidden in small compartments of the dark...

If the eyes are windows to the soul, these beings are internally afire...
And their rage spills in relief, a volcanic howl every night...

Thank yous: None of this would have been possible without the dedicated hardcore
scene, and it's members with a heart still beating.

_ J