skonen_blades

Panic can be quite the fuel for your tank
And last-minute dread quite the spur
Running on empty gives thrilling delights
For boredom, sweet fear is the cure

Prioritizing is easier when
Its triage in life’s wartime fray
When playing and working as hard as you can
Takes up every battleground day

Sleep deprivation and stimulant aids
Give some people driven intent
Invincibility seems like it’s possible
For those who are somnabulant

Too many balls in the air at all times
Gives license to many excuses
You're just way too busy, you say every day
When put to such myriad uses

The math doesn't work; to half-ass 12 things
No one has that many butts
Hexabutt people can't even exist
They wouldn't know when to wipe what

To say only yes is commendable, sure,
But that can bring people exhaustion
Sprinting for life is invigorating
But life is a marathon option

Burning those two-ended candles can kill
Sure, midnight has oil to burn
But you’re not a nocturnal owl at all
If you think so then you’ve got to learn

That tardiness due to frenetic lifestyles
And frantically running in late
Is something preventable we can avoid
It’s not a cute character trait

You’ll get better work done if you take your time
But I understand those that don’t
I used to live life at bullet-train’s pace
But nowadays I simply won’t

I’m sure that my age is a factor as much as
My youth was a factor back then
And ADHD and depression are things
And I sympathize with them when

I read about brains that can’t possibly cope
With the input that comes pouring through
But those aren’t the people I’m talking about
I’m taking about those people who

Get jacked from the rush of a sleepless two weeks
And enjoy the sweet hum of fatigue
Who work til they drop but then can’t get to sleep
So they start a whole basketball league

If you’re spread too thin then you might disappear
So take care of your body and mind
I know I’m a hypocrite saying all this
But life will pay YOU back in kind

If twice as bright but half as long
And leaving good looking remains
Is what you internally crave then you’ll get
What you want as you loosen life’s reins

Living fast and dying young
can happen to anyone here
I made it through and I have some advice
So I want to be perfectly clear

Please slow it down just at least now and then
As you navigate life’s raging river
And sometimes, just sometimes, resist the next urge
To open ‘er up and just give ‘er

A long life’s a sweet one so try to be calm
Be tortoise when racing with hares
Your friends will be sad if you’re gone so stay here
You’re wrong if you think no one cares



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The nails slide out effortlessly from beneath the shizu skin of my fingers. The swollen carapace of my back splits in even sections and the hive breathes. The hum becomes a vibration you can feel in your chest. Something like icing bleeds out my tear ducts and I’m crawling with death. The hospital gown twitches where it shouldn’t and starts to tear as new bones find new ways to move and the flesh swells to accommodate. My eyes are wide and black. New teeth start growing out of my shoulders and elbows. Saber tooth armour. Clear quartz cataracts rise out of my forehead. The diseases in the air reflect back through the magnifying bacterial lens that is my aura.
I make Pestilence look like a child just starting out.
I’m not even out of control yet.
I am barely seen scissors in a pulled open mouth. I am moving so fast I become a series of shadows. I become a force. Sounds of my destruction are lagging a long time behind my actions. People and equipment are obliterated before they’re aware of danger. I’m moving so fast it’s like I’ve been unhinged from time. It seems obscene that I should be able to maintain this kind of speed.
Tumours form on my skin and blink open to reveal new biological armaments. The cells of my body have finished what the creators intended and are starting to improvise. I am bionanotechonology. Tiny molecular compound copies of me spray out in spore clouds to infect and replicate other flesh.
My only limit now is imagination. I’m becoming art. A bioluminescent avatar of creativity though destruction. A messenger of the meat come to destroy. I am all the horsemen. I’m the nightmare of the flesh. I’m conscious disease. I am biomass. I’m DNA with the lid off. I’m psychotic cellular intelligence with no brakes of conscience. I’m cancer’s descendent.
I leave a trail of hot fat and warm blood.
I tear through the lower floors up to street level. Guards empty entire magazines of experimental weaponry into me. They become food. I burst through the asphalt into afternoon sun. I am a multitude of arms and eyes and teeth behind a black ashen sporecloud that does not obey the wind.
I can smell the entire population of this city waiting to become one with me.
I figure if they can get me somewhere airtight with walls I can’t break…but that’s academic. I don’t trust them to get that organized before I become too big to contain.
They. I’m already thinking of them as they.
So easy for humanity to be shed.
Here they come. I lose conscious thought as I expand all my senses to the fight and the expansion.