Addicted To War

Barren

Cold

Desolate

Numb

Starin'

Old

Desparate

Glum

But what can I do?

Where ever I look what I once thought was rock solid is untrue

I’m alone, at times so fierce while simultaneously being a so fearful

Awash in waves of overwhelming lament trying to make it safely to land

Living in a maligant land like the Lakota people beyond tearful

But you keep on keeping on American Zombies, to hell you go being led by the hand

So paralyzed physically with fear, yet the mind stills itself with the committment to focus

Settling in, I gotta find my karmic locus

Staring and breathing or am I just dis-associating

There is literally no more time left, Its time to have a relationship with myself

Because it’s so hard to get out of the trap that it’s fetid breath, is sickening, nauseating

Teetering like a million dollar vase in an air raid, on a shelf

We see right through it

Why did you do it?

Did you expect the whole country to chew on it?

Betrayal on a scale that’s too hard for most to comprehend

To see the lies would kill them

But on a cold december’s day in Arlington cemetary where those you sacrificed for profit, their honor like steel… it does not bend…but for the loss… the loss… we will never mend

23 a day, is this our new National service emblem?

Time to know myself and move on

If not why fuck would it matter if I am dead and gone

I live in this finite moment, not moving so forward into the future, and being destroyed daily by the past

If humanity does not wake up, it will soon be over said and done

This can’t be for real

I wish I could wake up from this tragic nightmare

I cannot do anything, but stand and fight, with a mind like an ox, and a heart made of steel

Because it’s fucking killing me to care

Anymore

You became the pimp

We were your whore

Addicted to War


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