Life Vs. Society Poem by Izik Alcox

entrusted with verbal ink that cuts or heals
mental claws of heaping frustration
pound me down to the dirt of life constraint
the flow of my water dissipates to the bang of metal
as my soul rots within the corner of my subconscious
watching as society tears me to pieces
left I am behind I lay fornicated in utter dismay
the breathing of these dark cavities
intertwined with my heart of rhyme
subdued to the point of bitter resent
caged like the animal you want to raise
frozen in the bark of cultural hate
here I am technically deprived
in the corner I watch and wonder
will I pull out of this rut away from this smut
or fondle my materialistic pride
the shade I once sought is getting away
trapped in a pit quagmatic depravity
this corner I call a home
into the congealed state of halitosis
I peel my skin hoping to become new
the onion ring of my self is fried
sort of becoming and without a bried
should the rivers all flow as my blood
vein beavers produce my clots
fesses of society contaminate my life
so appealing but recognizable
the harm from the swarm mentality
becomes overbearing to the point
life must live but death must take
away the life of the fake
surely I can see the colors
mirrored back into my eyes
shinning like a bar of gold
society's grip is oh so cold
united we must become
before were consumed by the man
so here we are lets make a stand
or return to our corners awaiting death's hand
to float above you and then land
death..........