The night

And manytimes I lay awake contemplating what I see as true, whilst desperately trying to remain in the real, but rejecting the dangerous forms of others presenting such as so. 

The sign today of society, irrelevant to me as if I'd never known it, rejected by me, as it'd rejected me, forever and ago. Locked in a time when things made sense more, than they do now, while others just keep on breathing.

The evil lurking in all men's hearts, waiting to be unleashed as soon as destruction's poison warrants. Smasher of hearts & killer of truths, the fearsome force arrives through gates that are everywhere about me.

The nicest, old, doddering neighbour, seemingly incapable of her own affairs, rushes towards me, propelled by hate, for something that still resides deep within me.

Thus, best just to castaway, not in a separated way of the sanctified, whilst remaining unwilling to look deep within. Rejecting the news & the common messages of meaning, which seek to blind, exploit & eventually kill those seeking their protection.

What can one do? Nothing is left pure, under the sun. All is corrupted, tarnished, soiled or rotted. Keep walking along the painted line, until somebody tells you different. What use are you? Be very clear: your life may depend on it.