Rage Against an Age

I keep a secret destryoyer as a pet, as a confidant

He lives off of me; he consumes me and I like it

Forces growth, forces regeneration

I consider character development to be a private matter

Secrets distill venom you know; disciplined destruction

Chemical refinements temper ruin at first

But something is never forever

In time nothing is very much eventual

I will die over him; he will die over me

The body cannot live without the mind

Eventually self envenomation becomes deadly

Everything exists for a price; indeed those prices do vary

Nothing is the only thing that's truly free; non negotiable

Consuming and eroding the most precious parts

Time turns everything to stone;

Or if you prefer the fantasy - we are all pumpkins eventually

The world was not better during your youth

Youth is just always better; the venom had yet to be distilled

Everyone keeps a secret destroyer as a pet, as a confidant

Everyone tastes their own venom

Everyone knows it gets bitter with age

That in the end all the pumpkins will rot

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

A nice piece on what it is to be squash(ed).

[Reclaimed]

ah... ha... that's pretty funny. All pumpkin's are technically squash; damn, wish I'd thought of that about a day ago.

[The Twin Arenas]

haha. knick it. forget it I brought it up. pretend you did. 75% of this deal is theft, anyway.

[Reclaimed]

You are not wrong about the 75%. I'll try and keep myself at that percentage today and rip you off later.