OH, MY DEAR, WE LIVE IN A TIME OF VAMPIRES
- Feb 14
- 1 min read
By Zenobia
There is a bloodletting across the land
by an on-all-fours submissive obedience
to a red knee-capped agenda
drooling for greed and power.
But to tell the truth,
we are all being seduced,
hunted, really
charmed by
the beauty of soft fat lips
and are overworked, trying to survive
distracted in a buzzed haze from what is really happening
until drawn into the darkness of deep sleep.
Wake. Up.
Find your own voice without prejudice
see past the heavy blur
of sparkling filters.
Find the tool of wisdom inside, first
you must dig, dig—deeper, a trench
to the core of your own chest
and hold the weeping heart, still beating
with memory of what is real.
There is too much at stake.
The pale devils in the castles in the valley of silicone
float above you, watching
they’d rather you stay possessed
looking down on each other
late nights lost in dark echo chambers
instead of following the oiled stench of blood money
bent scrolling, exposing the weakness of your neck.
Look up! Look up! Look it up!
How many of your dreams
are owned
by the same company?
Ignorance sticks to the floor
slows the feet, but
run, baby run
into the sun of truth.
Breathe the air like it's the last time.
I mean, stay alive.
Hold a hand. Take someone with you.
Fear has been waiting
to suck your blood
and will leave behind something
less human
incapable of empathy,
bitten and wandering
always hungry
hungry hungry.