Battle Of Epic Distortions Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

To 'feel'...that is what we call it—
Suppose I could steal...one moment. Or, maybe pause it.
If I could taste;
Life on my terms
If I could teach something;
That I didn't need to learn

Mindless banter,
So YOU make all the choices?
It's like a crack in the cranium
Or like one million screaming voices!

OH MY GOD—
I want to scream right out loud
I dream of snatching
One person who is part of this demented crowd

Violently angry
Filled with such rage
I feel suffocated and beaten
Locked in Society's cage

Does anybody even know—
what is up with this place we're trapped in?
The thoughts and the visions
I dream of erasing.

Voices like nails
Scratching down a board
I want to scream
And, to fight and be gored!

I'd rather die
A violent, bloody death
Versus staying in this place
As I am faced with what's left.

They're evil; they're clueless.
They drive me insane!
They cut, and they slice.
And, finally, I die in vain!

Beautifully hacked;
The most beautiful
Work of Art
And your soul it was mine—
Right from the start!

A Perfectly sculpted vision
of the Reaper
The story unfolds
As I fall even deeper

And, on goes the battle,
of this epic war!
Taken to the limit
Like never before!

The ending began
And, the beginning did end.
How much time did we waste?
How much time did we spend?

It doesn't matter
As of now, I say goodbye
I fall to the ground
With one final sigh

I bid my farewells
As I kiss the cheek of this earth
To continue with this life,
No, I couldn't see the worth.

No rhyme and no reason,
This chapter is closed.
The soul; it has withered,
As the scars are exposed.

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