Complicated by this way of thinking
Some would say it’s counterproductive
Deprived of air eyes rapidly blinking
Dark sins detailing secrets so seductive
Wrapped up tight sleep won’t come
Reflecting on mistakes filled with regret
Bad memories linger like stale rum
The burden of guilt brings spiritual debt
Jarred awake by deafening silence
Bloodshot brain struggles to recognize
Withered body in a state of defiance
A deadly fear impossible to rationalize
Between realms as time stands still
Awkward tremors rattling through nerve
Whispers instructing shy hands to kill
While corrupt beasts continue to observe
Useful idiots kneeling before power
Offering lip service to please a mad king
When exposed to truth lies will sour
Consuming all those who kissed the ring
Underneath all this rubble and ash
Greed fuels wars over establishing control
Just as it began it ends with a flash
Survival’s all about never selling your soul
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2026
Absolutely. Survival is never selling your soul. Nice;))
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
This cuts like a jagged blade—raw, relentless, and unflinching.
You’ve carved the chaos of guilt and power into verse that doesn’t beg for mercy, it demands it.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thank you for the killer commentary and continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian
“Bloodshot brain struggles to recognize.” A lot of powerful lines, but this right here, I think, hits the hardest. So much is happening, so many of us walking around dazed and confused, so many of us see what’s going on and struggle to make sense of it, so many of us find it hard to process, we look away, hide behind comforts, behind lies, behind whatever makes it digestible. Loved this!
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Kay. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I too dig that line a lot. You summed it up nicely with your amazing commentary. Thanks for your support. Appreciate you.
Damian
Well done Damian. This one cuts deeps and lets the truth ooze out into our consciousness. Perfect!
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Survival.. its the only logical way to go forward .. Muchly enjoyed .. thankfully with my soul intact .. Neville
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is the only logical way to move forward, indeed. Still got mine as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
I love a great write about survival.
There have been times where I tell myself to get through the next few hours.
Just get through it and it will be fine.
Then the next and the next.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I can relate to that train of thought. Appreciate you.
Damian
One of my ‘good or bad” traits is that I don’t back down from anything. I have no problem questioning literally anything that seems wrongish. Your write reminds me of that. How the masses fall off the cliffs blindly, not hesitating or asking why.
You’ve been on quite an artistic soapbox lately. Stand tall, preach it brother. You’re a natural.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I totally understand not knowing if something is a good or bad trait, I strive for consistent these days. I feel the same about questioning anything that seems or feels wrong-ish. I’m glad I could remind you of that, brother. Thank you for your continued support it truly means a lot to me. Appreciate you.
Damian
I wish more of them would admit their wrong-mindedness when Truth hits them. But they seem to double down on their willful ignorance and continue their zombie march. Fueled by the love of division and dominance. Too blind to recognize they’re being dominated by their white messiah. This time has definitely brought the hate and ugliness out in broad daylight. It’s always been there, but not as overtly. When the dust settles and (hopefully) decency as returned to the top, they’ll ooze grudgingly back into their sewers. But we will always know they’re there and remember who they really are. Never sell the soul…powerful indeed, my friend
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I wish more would too, some will wait till the last possible moment I fear, it’s the responsibility of the poet or poetess (observer) to document how it really went down. We help expose the truth that sours those lies, at least that’s my humble opinion on the subject. I’m sitting around the bonfire roasting S’mores, pull up a chair, I have plenty for everyone. Bring more matches if you can? Appreciate you.
Damian