For the good tomorrow

A poem from this spring that I forgot to post.

Maybe we're all fishes
In the reefs of political unity.
Can't swim, but if the community wishes,
I go with the community.

Recently things feel scattered,
And colder with every hour.
So I shed what once mattered
And aim for the greater power.

I emerge at the last frontier,
Take me whole, hate me or love me,
But I won't drop a single tear
For the ones that dream they're above me.

Us alone define what our must is,
We're unfit for the rules of normality.
Believe not in the crowd's justice,
Spill blood for your true morality.

Here I am, I will pave my route
Through today with its pain and sorrow.
There's nothing that can put out
All my trust in the good tomorrow.

Spare me your goodbyes

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You have seen me. Intrigued and enchanted
By the fleeting impression I gave
You have taken your safety for granted,
Tracked me down, and found a cave.

So descend for me down below,
Hold your breath, gather senses, and pray.
Find the usual route I go
By the delicate trail of decay.

If you venture for me underground,
You will enter a hollow space.
Rotten mist will be swirling around,
Falling out in drops on your face.

So descend for me down below,
I will give you my bloated heart.
It can't beat, but can shimmer and glow,
Just like radium coming apart.

In this cavity creatures don't chatter,
Winds don't blow, and grasses don't bloom,
Sticky waves separate, sink, and shatter
Barren islands in cloudy gloom.

So descend for me down below,
To be honored as one of my kin.
I will share the secrets I know,
My disease will take roots in your skin.

Leave it all, your concerns and your worries,
Hold my hand in the soaked abyss,
As I whisper apocalypse stories
In a voiceless and feverish hiss.

So descend for me down below,
I'll expose my festering slits.
I don't think I can ever say "no"
To the fragrance your spirit emits.

Are you tempted or are you dissuaded?
This is only for you to decide.
My appearance, withered and faded,
Lets you guess what is hidden inside.

So descend for me down below.
Or be wiser and let me slip by.
For without a tender "hello"
There won't be a bitter "goodbye".