Eclipsing terminus – crawling to a genesis.

What has you feeling defeated? and are you digging your nails into the ledge of your idealism? What about the people’s jubilee? If we maraud where the giants play then maybe we’ll have some for us. Killing my lungs is easy since I’m surviving off the borrowed oxygen of everything else that is keeping me chemically surged, and spiritually confused.

Repressed in my making_you’ll make me feel bad for not impressing you and your masses. Teach me how to be a better whore for you_for creation_for rejection_for the acceptance of those travelling the same way_for the begging and broken.

Develop my tongue to crave the taste of competition. If I climb out of apprenticeship, will you respect me more? If I plunge the weapon of my greatest potential materialized through the heart of your ridicule_will I have slain the dragon of your self loathing?

I’ll thank you for the gifts of your pressure, and you’ll learn to leave me alone.