staring

into the darkness.

the darkness

of soul

which stares back.

eyes

feral,

wild,

destructive,

murderous,

tear ducts replaced

with targeting sensors

and metaphoric justifications

Savage

with thin veneer of civility

bombast

waving spears of damnation

and

screaming for destruction

of the otherness

an agent of a strand of alien code

built into decaying biologic

every thought

every notion

every hope

aspiration

dream

feeling

betrayed

sit dying

bleeding from billions

traitorous sequences

read and replicate

four letter

helical alphabetic

code

unmortal

cannot live

so die

across nubile

then bilious

decades

suffering

making others suffer

hormonal and genetic

defects

accumulate

destroying systems

until

systemic overload

destroys functionality

of critical functions

ghost player

within neural wiring

lost

system fails

final shutdown

body fluids

finally succumb

to gravity

eyes staring

now

into

nothing

great abyss

unseen in life

gorges

upon dying

saints

thieves

maniacs

the abyss speaks

with a finality

which

no human heeds

until it is too late

that is hell

the realization

it might have been different if

but the if

cannot be fulfilled

each

ghost

trapped

illusion

encased within

humanic die

tossed upon

the unhumane

crap table

green felt covered

slate

table universe

landing

randomly to fate

to emergence

of the probability functions

hidden within

the random combination

of enzymic words

and sentences

which owns

your future

your past

no forgiveness

no hope

no heaven

no reward

other than

those

you make now

for yourself

and

others

war

murder

villany

and sainthood

within every strand of code

all for the living.

all for the taking

all for illusion

a dangerous game

Nature plays

with lives

some say souls

it does not own

no human

will see

the final throw

no human

will know

who won

look!

the darkness

is deeper now

moments closer

to death

single tiny

tap dance of death

matters not

upon the small scale

but

might be

the butterfly's wing

which

destroys the world

or builds

an unimaginable

utopia.

game continues

whether you want

to play

or not.

life is a virus

cured by death

see

it says it

right here!

look into

the abyss

of the helical truth--

born to die.

live with it until you do.