Heartless Intentions Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Heartless Intentions



Tears of joy.
Tears of anguish.
Why are those who are suffering the most the happiest?
Brittle bones with a heart of stone.
The strength in not being alone.
A world between us.
A world that painstakingly divides us.
Into little sections.
Under the knife.
Here comes the dissection.
And we call this progression.
What a life.
An unending abyss.
Where hallucinations are common place.
Feeling the illusion of disgrace and heart break.
Needless breaths do escape.
Into the open calmness.
Words of barbed knots.
Twisted and shot.
Sounds that forever cackle into abetting ears.
Wishes, wants, needs, dreams, continuously cut down by a dull pair of shears.
The pain to adhere.
Precious is not precious enough.
A comparison from the outside looking in.
Wearing fogged glasses and now there is no way of taking them off.
The overwhelming influence of a majority.
Becoming a minority.
Invisible to almost all.
Just spectacular.
The disintegrating comet.
Burning away until there is just nothing left.
The mind becomes so absent.
Gone, abandon for the fickle things.
Temporary at best.
The clouds in which we decide our head should rest.
They call this calamity a permanent success.
Shock therapy upon all dissent.
Extreme conditioning.
Ignore all the failed attempts.
It's a repetitive process in which insanity reigns supreme.
A claim to thrones of new born kings.
Not by rising up, but crawling to the ground.
On your hands and knees.
Conformity indeed.
An unconscious belief.
Will it forever stay dormant and deceased.
The awakening of the angry and quite violent beast.
This competitive behavior can't be easily quelled.
It is part of a cruel and unbiased nature.
The belief that our very survival is dependent upon the destruction of those who we believe stand in the way.
We could go around but it just takes too much time.
And in our thoughts of the shortness we have already waste too much.
The heart screams wait, and the head continue to tell it shut up and we will get what we want.
Feeding which wolf with what intentions?

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