• For the Loner

    And there he is, and there we are,
    Standing against a sea of angry, insistent, ruthless conformity,
    //EMO.hack in the world of bombs, babes, and bloody conflict,
    More to it then, more to it than just the pain,
    Streets, fights, blood, death, angels, demons,
    Screaming,
    Bang, you're dead.

    ~~~

    Bring it on, but don't bring it up,
    Thoughts and dreams spinning in a maelstrom,
    Broken memories like marzipan pieces,
    That aren't going to get eaten by the holidays,
    Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes, No,
    World of indecision, breaking concentration on the now,
    The then, the past, what was, no more will be,
    Now is the time,
    And time is thine,
    Rule # 1: Eat or be Eaten.

    ~~~

    Dare you? Dare you not? Challenge,
    Muzzles flash, blades sing, like the duels of old,
    "To the death!" they chant,
    And the blood runs cold at the thought of it,
    Bloody mosaics painted on peeling walls, no thoughts of remorse,
    Fallen comrade, fellow soldier, orders are orders,
    Carry it in mind, in heart,
    You are what eats you, and to be eaten,
    Death is an escape.

    ~~~

    Nothing, no one, no preparation, no warning, no hope,
    No time, no measure, no reason,
    Quickflash like silver in the vial,
    To no avail, but to show the side that they fear,
    Prince Hamlet thou are not,
    But in the eyes shines determination,
    Not to be outdone by mere thoughts of revenge,
    Tie it tight around your neck, and pull the trigger,
    Suicide is a way of life.

    ~~~

    Tell it, tell her, tell them, tell me, Why?
    Is there a reason to the madness that spills from cracked lips?
    Is there anything better to hope for?
    Nothing can answer that, for the questions are still being asked,
    And the votes counted on the panel of justice,
    Knives, gangs, guns,
    Who wins the lottery,
    Who holds life in their lotus-flower hands.
    Think fast or Perish.

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    Lead them as they cry out for blood,
    Like hounds on the trail of fresh game, baying at the moon,
    Sister dead, brothers disowned, parents disgraced,
    By what name has this been done?
    By what power has the act been completed, all gore and gemstones?
    No, no, it is not to pity, but to be pitied,
    Life is a game, make of it what you will,
    Stalemate, checkmate, win, lose, tie, fault, foul, broken chess pieces,
    The game never ends.