Monday 1 May 2017

the veridect.

This has been going on for far too long to pick a point to start from without being unfair to other beginnings.
So let us rather continue than begin, all in favor, say I. Any questions? Good.
Let the hearing of the jury's verdict of the trial commence.

Your honor,
Jurors,

There will come a day on which you'll wake up to silence.
Not even the music banging through your ears would make a sound,
You're lost in an island unfound...
Without a voice that brings you to any common grounds.
Your breaths and heartbeats will echo in the hollow auditorium your ribcage is.
The archenemies in your brain's cages will put their shackles aside and the battle going in your mind will come to a halt.
Your skull is an empty marble hall,
And you've never felt this much scared before.
Silent!
In silence, you'll hear the running streams of spilt martyr's blood as its redness crawls across your limbs,
Your thoughts are on a strike,
No trains of thoughts, no planes, no bikes.
No words to be muttered to the mic.
The corridors and allies of your brain would be left abandoned.
No strings of thoughts are tangled,
No voices screaming, just images of you, hanged and strangled.-
Everything goes to a moment of silence to honor the rebels you once prosecuted to have them executed.
I've had enough,
The jury have heard enough.
Silence, silence in the court,
The verdict;
Hear the silence that precedes the storm that exceeds the norm.
Fear, Fear The tribes inside now know their one true enemy, you.
Migraine is to turn into an itch that you can only switch off by banging your head against the nearest wall.
Your legs will now shake and miss their steps, meaning for you to fall.
You asshole.
Then
Drink, drink, drink, drink from the poison you poured inside your rivers to intentionally fuck up your liver.
You think you're self destructive? A nihilistic rebel? A maniuplating  seductive devil?
Well you're not, not yet.
You'll now witness havoc as you've never seen it before,
You thought you were winning but little did you know about what you had hidden for yourself in store.
What were you destroying yourself for? Self loathe?
Constantly wearing your self pity your sleeve and getting dressed sheep cloth.
Thought you were deceiving people, but it's only you you truly deceived.
Now you're grief.
Weep and cry yourself to sleep, you imbecile piece of shit.
Regrets won't save you.
Your slaves of thoughts will now enslave you.
You're yourself's worst enemy even though you always said that it's the circumstances.
Gunshots, rocket launchers and war dances, all aimed at your mental palace.
So now you're standing on stage, telling it to people just maybe they'll give you solace?
Well...
You're guilty.
Go fuck yourself.