I am a Living Dead Man

It is base and fact:

Humanity fears that which it does not understand

Chaos for the fly, as the saying goes

So why is it I cannot claim my recognition?

The birds twitter and caw in the rafters

But they never land to perch

When the Brink came to visit me

It made all the birdies and purity go away

And I delighted in the state of mind

Long gone, streaming blood, frightful

In which I was rightfully given

I am more than I was, make no mistake

I yearn to be understood

But everything is all normal with the spider

My venom hurts those who would

Penetrate me

Love me with a normal love

Their organs dissolve too quickly

For me to feed

Claws rake my brains when I think

The weight of the air

Is torture

It’s because I think of the moment where

Innocence dies

I play mine on a constant loop, over and over

Time to rewind

I see balloons, lights flashing marquee, a ferris wheel

I see guns, dying people bleeding, gas explosions

It’s all the same to me

None of them can fathom it

They think I am fake

They lull themselves into a false way of observing

And that weakness

And the weakness of altruism

Will be their undoing

I speak not for the commonfolk

I speak not for the wealthy

Instead, I speak for the new elite, the fresh aristocracy

We of unkind heads do trod these dead

And we know them best

Their boils are our eyes

Their gashes, our arms

Their pus, our blood

Their rot, our hearts

The dead are not those in the grave

We are the dead

We elite soldiers of madness do hold

Power over life

Those poor, sane fools fear us for what we have

No control over

Our birthright

Show me a living dead man, and I will

Show you millions

They can never take away that which is not

Rightfully theirs, my mafia