"Declaration Of Futility"

Declaration Of Futility


You are destined and deadlocked 
to that which you rile and defile.
Every memory is on file.
Every single absurd word
that you've presumed unheard.


No need to stay for awhile.
The silver platter
is out of free trials.
You feign a sincere smile;
but all I see
are blood stained tiles.


What hurts worse than learning
that dormancy is all
that one can hope to gain 
form "hard work?" 
Our sky high plotted coordinates
just violently crashed to earth.


Maybe it's our turn
to crash and burn.
When there is nothing left to earn,
we lose the desire to discern
between all things concerned.


Past fears drew cold air
and dried up with the tears
of "yester-year." 
We both stand here;
but aren't looking to draw near.
We just leer.


We sneer.
We vehemently tear through
what was once so dear
in every ridiculous way.
This is the overlay
of our past-to-present days.


We pretend we want to get away;
but we are so ready
to engage in child's play:
We trade blows with thin air
and honestly expect it not to stay.


Such is the makeshift makeup
of our dreadful future together.
Bad weather and ruffled feathers
nestled in our own maelstrom
with no sign of an umbrella.


Increase the speed.
I need a turbulent experience
in order to shred
every shard of our existence:
I'd prefer every gleam of evidence
completely cleaned from the scene.


I've fancied this ending
in hopes of starting over;
but now I just want it over.
Let's make this obliteration
our definitive, diligent obligation
Then just live on
departing from the aftermath
of our imminent damnation.


What was ebbing and free flowing
became too much to manage
and slowly garnered viscosity
until we dried up:
brittle and damaged
in dire need of fluidity.
This fire we used to feed
was sharply smote in infamy
so it will forever be perceived
as our declaration of futility.


Written By: Devin Joseph Metz