Consciousness, It's Bothersome
Yeah, under a salmon sunset and the seasons upset, laid a strong pup,
another runt of the litter, who, while still blind, attempted to stand up.
There behind it, finding its way remained that one anxious adolescent,
who counted the remnants of his life not in years but in mere seconds.
Under this blessed sunshine in the broad firmament, He stood unlikely,
a sad man who waits with a thumb up his ass, but he’s just hitchhiking.
And this phenomenon he’s observing, isn’t a miracle wrapping tightly
that’s patiently waiting to be satiated by the greedy kid’s hands nightly.
Our problems, man, they’re waiting for it to end…it’s called aftermath.
But the most opaque is when the night meets the day, on a canine’s path.
- Inside the Boy’s Mind –
Orange = Holy
Blue = Evil
Gray = Neutral
Bold = Kid
LEAVE HIM THE FUCK BEHIND.
Don’t listen to your consciousness, its called free will buddy, it’s enormous,
stop molding your life around your mind, you retarded fucking conformist...
Now hold it, I’m neutral in this situation, but I say go and get the fuck away;
you can exert your free will if that’s what you wish, and it'll all be okay...
That’s contradictory, and I can’t believe you bend minds to accept your terms.
I can’t believe you’d coax this kid to leave his fucking family for the worms…
Sure, he’s an idiot ---
HEY!
--- but that’s just because he’s scared of denying lame statements,
so how the hell can you persuade another potential world-changer in the making?
Your name, well, you’re labeled greed, the lack of compassion, and secondly…
You can accept sympathy but not dish it out, bitch it’s a thing called empathy…
You were kidnapped, taken against your will from the confines of your abode,
run with the currents of wind at your back guiding you to your lovely home…
No, you know you’re faster then that man who didn’t think you’d go struggle,
No one is fucking telling you to play the hero OR to try and be fucking subtle.
Hell, I’m saying it, but you could do this with the as subtle as you damn want,
who are you to go and judge the will of me, the fucking messenger of GOD?
Neutrality has an idea, how about you hurry the fuck up, that man’s pretty fast.
How about you shut the fuck up, time for your dumb ass stance is in the past.
But here came the silence
One leg is collapsed under it, a single eye portraying sickening figments,
that reflected the nightmare that caused its long gone eye and pigments.
This albino abomination moans in angst, movements stating an ultimatum,
as it crawled like a damned baby, jaws clamped over the cracked cranium.
Those bones --- its bones --- mom’s bones --- combined with dad’s skull ---
his skull --- our skull --- its being desperately dragged through mud puddles.
The hitchhiker saw it perfectly, with the wobbling beast and all its deformities,
its troubles and obscene problems a sweet release from the pains of conformity.
This abomination, gentle Artemis, full of a longing belief and selfless caring,
Following the correct path, not adhering to the simplistic destruction of Ares…
For a moment, the torn family skidded to a halt, the father with one twin caught,
not releasing him, his obviously superior muscles obliterating his will as he fought.
“Dad, fucking let him go, you crazy psycho, I’m his family more then you’ll ever be.”
“You ungrateful little bastard, never ever use that damn tone of voice with me!”
“Let’s go,” the sad sight of a dog barked; “Let him go,” the free twin screeched.
These abnormalities vanquished by their voices mixing and joining so audibly…
The dog disappeared back into the forest, dragging behind him his ancestor’s bones,
the selfless acts appealing to the past that the benevolent gods have shown…
The choice was made…the twin departed, leaving behind a trail of his tears…
But give him no pity, because this sinner was stranded and branded for years.
This boy who left his brother to be kidnapped by his father was a rude soul…
they were reunited at least…
at the suicidal twin and kidnapped one’s funeral.
