The Realm - On Burning Twigs

At times I wonder about the torch
I carry through this life.
A smoldering brand, asphyxiating deceit,
That dominates my whiling hours.

I hate the cravings which, through lies,
Decide my constitution and euphoria.
An appetite when uncheck'd degrades
My lucid dreams, my resolution.

So many times I've tried to change
This addictive fixation with death,
But in vile laughter, rears the beast
Of intrinsic, licentious majority.

In their baseless way of profiteering,
Fascist conglomerates rule my life.
Just because my form is weak,
What right have you to squeeze it?

Begone! Disperse, you immoral phantoms!
I banish you from my soul,
To hide amid your heaps of gold
And dwell upon your sins.

Written by Anu Mann