powerhungry – The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright

My skull budged under your blunt force,

It cracked like a leaf during a storm.

Still, I was yelling out for more

Even when I couldn’t keep myself warm.

You butchered my character in the dark,

I really wish your words left marks.

The steepest hills call me from a far,

And I want to go, but I don’t have the heart.

Yet, I have the spite of a sour truth,

Filling your pupils with rotten fruit.

No one roots for me when I finally shoot,

Fire away the rage, so honest and crude.

My fangs rip your manipulations to shreds,

They quote wise books you never read.

You stabbed me with thoughts until I bled,

Now I finish the painting in your color red.

These claws my destiny owns scare me,

They tear into my skin and wear me.

But my own voice, it becomes weary,

And the anger dies on a petal like a fairy.

“No way out of the destruction machine,

No need for sun, no need for gleam.”

As my power finally makes you kneel,

The darkness chants, not sure what it means.

-JW

No one warned me before I jumped head first into the deep end

That dying inside for one chance to get free is a pretty high value to spend.

But I did it to escape, one way or another, from the bullies in my skull,

From the pyromaniac in my chest, from the pills that make me dull.

I flew off the roofs of reason and dropped faster than a rock towards the unknown.

Who knew that having it all meant being deprived of everything, except the throne?

Looking back I can now admit that being insensitive has its benefits.

Ice so cold in my eyes, there’s nothing reflecting, no hope, just blitz.

Violence comes easy when you don’t feel in debt of compassion anymore –

Baby, are you ready to quit or do you want to take a hit once more?

-JW

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