I have something to say

Words.

Meaning.

Thoughts.

We give it all too much value.

We give meaning too much attention;

Thoughts too much freedom;

Words too much power;

Shackle ourselves to the bars of an unlocked cage,

Just to feel the fetters dig into flesh,

Bleed red to paint the apple on the tree.

To feel something real;

We build reality to feel it.

Only to forget it's made up.

It's all made up.

We don't need our needs,

Want our wants.

It all ends the same way-

It all ends.

Sooner than your first breath,

Later than your last thought,

Right in the middle of spring.

Purpose is a scam.

A rat race.

Chasing rotten cheese

Until the trap cage snaps shut

and we latch onto the delectables,

Foaming at the mouth.

Putrid blossoms

from tongues cut out

And stitched back on.

The over fertilized soil

Of our bodies powders

under the first ray of the sun,

Leaving behind the misshapen

Molds of bone.

And gilded handcuffs.