Sometimes Anarchist Poem by Nick Perritt

Cease this power trip, this soul plundering.
End material worship of excessive nothings.
I can't see anything, feel anything.
Enough mad tyrant. Enough.

Your claws are digging me deep
Into troubled depths of mind,
Buried beneath bound feelings
Of
Claustrophobia,
Suffocation.

Wild restless spirit imprisoned,
Without wind, without sky, without vision.
Must escape this clay jail,
And fly on my own dreams and sails.

To starve your greedy mind,
Of all it's control over mine.
That's how I will be free of you.
Of you prison walls, of you iron hammer.

Drowning silence with the sound
Of your crumbling empire.
I'll raise you to the ground
With your perverted desires.

Soul issuing out mortal shell,
Melting into ether.
Of this society, Of this hell,
Freed forever.