1. SUICIDE ITCH

Kill Earth and eat her body,
Stasis finds us with no will to resolve.

Systems thicker than concrete,
Sick with delusion.

Of permanence and regeneration,
Satiate us and fuck the rest.

We ache to be sick,
We ache to be dirty.
Scarcity engineered to force reliance on
A system that starves us.

Psychotic society,
Metastasized and terminal,
Like inhaling the fumes of our burning skin.

Almost invincible we stood ablaze against the black,
Darkness dispelled where our eyes gaze.
Conquered death knelt fall by our feet,
The stars just an arms length away.
But will this fix me? We scream,
“I want to be better, I want to be dead”.

Give me the exit we seek,
So sick of the chains of this sadist society.
We are hopeless and I want out.

No reprieve for those who spit on wilderness,
God is the nature of things as they persist.