Archive for the ‘Perfidy’ Category

Oozing with a sense of injustice,

every painful step, my feet feel bruised, pummelled, they throb.

Every glimpse out the window, a stab in the heart,

a reminder,

a betrayal.

Inconsiderate, self-absorbed, hateful humanity.

Perfidy takes many forms,

my friend,

strangers and fucked-up families.

The unending end.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Is there any depth to your depravity,

your violation of humanity?

Does it have an end, a meaning, a reason?

Or is it innate, shallow, banal,

everyday, personal treason?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

People,

the ultimate pawns.

Atomized

or collectivized,

deluded, denuded,

used,

despoiled, destroyed.

Pawns.

People:

expendable,

broken toys.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

You wake up and realize

that it’s a conspiracy…

They all know each other

(messed-up family,

inbred community,

missing humanity),

*indeed*, it’s a conspiracy,

and *you* are the enemy.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Slavery,

Exploitation,

Death.

Exposed,

in the hash light

of the dark side of the Moon.

My beautiful swan-like neck

is of little effect.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Une monde sans pitié,

l’univers de la désenchantée.

 

©ddr7hd

 

When I knew her,

she was a beautiful young woman,

inside and out,

she wore a Cross around her neck.

When I saw her corpse,

she had a Cross tattoo

at the base of her neck.

A Cross…

next to a Swastika.

She had been shot in the head.

 

©ddr7hd

 

In court.

In the cage.

Under examination.

By implication, already guilty.

Nevertheless, “Justice” still had plenty to say.

 

©ddr7hd

 

After some effort,

blocking out external stimuli,

I fell asleep.

It was a brief respite.

I dreamt of an enemy,

the way they used to be,

a friend,

it was nice,

the way family should be.

I woke up.

Alas, reality’s stark,

albeit unnecessary.

A shame it’s not up to me.

We didn’t have to be enemies.

 

©ddr7hd

 

The cell door banged,

a foreboding metallic clang.

And they brought in a sweet-looking, church-going, grandmotherly woman.

She smiled.

Then she stared.

At last she spat at my feet

and called me a slut,

a waste-of-space,

good-for-nothing cunt.

“This shit you write”, she said,

“It benefits no one,

it is not edifying,

no one likes it,

and no one reads it anyway.”

Define edifying, I said to myself,

or out loud, I don’t know which,

as I felt a sharp, hollow, excruciating blow to my head,

then my viscera,

I fell down.

 

©ddr7hd