Curiosity,
kills what scares us
in our dreams.
Atrocity,
never far from fingertips,
always a weapon
at hand.
Unrequited love
is just a measure
of missing respect.
Existence only counts
when there is
some shiny surface
to reflect.
Conspirators,
seek to steal
your life.
Infiltrators
feeding on
your time.
We get drawn in
by bright lights
and fancy things.
A pretty smile
and glowing skin.
We never see the teeth
until they’ve sunk them in.
More than one way
to skin the prey,
or start a war.
More than one face
on the head of the horror.
Turn their guns on you
the moment you decide
to step right.
Curiosity kills
everything outside the lines.
Hushed conversations
in the hall.
Burn the servers,
erase all
the secret words
spoken by forked tongues.
It’s about time we were done
with
conspirators,
feasting on our souls.
Infiltrators
fighting for control.
All that’s left of us
are a few
curious drones,
stepping outside the safe zone,
hoping to see the show.
DJR – 2023
