In Collaboration With Self-Destruction Poem by Raj Dronamraju

It's not a good feeling to give in and take it
Give up on all fight and ambition for control and escape
It's easier to be pushed than knock elbows with a shoving crowd headed in the other direction
It's easier for the self to be preserved through acquiescence

Where did she learn such pinpoint accuracy in targeting your weakest areas
Check your conjunctivitis, a yellow cowardly landscape
Find the spot under your rock and tunnel to a new self-delusion
Where you come out in the midst of an ongoing fixed illusion

It's not a good feeling to shatter your own myths
Self-destruction by your own hands
Watch them crash down and get coated in the dust of immoveable loss
Preside over the communion of the godchild of ruin and pray for your own downfall

It's not a good feeling for a giant who found out he was a midget but always scoffed at variations of this truth
Kept to a funhouse distraction for as long as he could
Bit down in preparation for the abuse of survival