this is not Life.

​this is not Life.
this is not living.
sitting on bated breath and awaiting permission
to exhale, to inhale, 
to be tossed bits and scraps of your dignity
like wretched meat tossed to broken dogs.

there is no truth in such an existence.
they starve you and try to 
refeed you with lies until
your willpower grows anorexic.

neither life
nor living
nor death
nor dying
it is something unnatural, manufactured
by the hands of destructive men

an aberration,
an affront to a balanced Universe
whose laws dictate that
law and order and justice
aren't things
you need to 
shoot into someone.

it's the fabric of conscious oneness that says
i am i and you am i, as well
and therefore
i refuse to put my knee on your neck
because then,
i won't be able to 
breathe.