Pig the Nihilist

Pig would travel to the hilltops,
Oh, and he would sit looking down,
He pondered the boundaries of life, sky.
He wanted to know why he couldn’t fly.

Of course, the answer came to him.
Like some dead goddess the world answered.
She told him that he was vain.
The pig had spent too much time on hilltops.

Looking down, he always was looking down.
He had thought himself smarter, he had changed.
Nihilism had become his mistress,
Absurdist pig, how could you do that?

Narcissism was his speech,
He had been on hilltops far too long.
Solitude had made him a lunatic,
For lunatics come in ones.

Poor pig, why did you have to think?
If only you had stayed level with your kind.
Now you are a monster, a rooted statue.
You can never be moved, by anything.

Your nose smells clouds.
Your hooves stand upon,
The bodies of your kind.
Your mind is not of this world.

Simple pig, floating in a universe,
All your own, ideas and illusions,
You said you could fly,
Now you are, only lunatics dare fly.

Come back down, come back,
The end is not everywhere,
Stop chasing ghosts, taste life,
It is before you pig, take it, truth exists.

Poor pig traveled to hilltops,
He would sit and ponder this world of lies,
Ponder his death, all ends, fire.
Now he has been stolen from us.

Pig is a nihilist. The end end end end end end end end end end end end.

Mood Swing Swing

I tried to close the dark timber door,
The hinges were doused in slime, swing swing,
A thousand fears pushed against the other side.
I was a child in the ocean, a wave on the horizon.

No matter how hard you push,
The water slides between your fingers,
Outstretched your hands are useless.
Things you wish out come through, swing swing.

Sadness crashes upon my soul.
I succumb to the wailing, I weep, swing swing.
How else does one empty themselves?
Else the ocean drowns you, lose the ocean.

I am a withered leaf, life unspoken.
White mass upon the floorboards, swing swing.
Slowly I melt into my abyss, lose myself.
I hang there lifeless, as if from a noose.

I am so noisy, like a flock of parrots.
Screaming, mood swings attack, swing swing.
They steal my smiles away, I am all that’s left.
Alone, heavy, clenched, and sickly.

Swing, swing, the hinges of my sanity,
Back and forth without a decision.
Where am I, and what do I want?
These choices I fear to make.

Pale flesh outstretched in an empty house, swing swing.
Splayed on a sundial, telling the time, I am lit.
Burning inside, a bird has flown away.
I watch shudders of shadows from the wings.

Haunted by past mistakes, today’s mistakes,
Every mistake lined up like trees, swing swing.
Their roots run deep within my heart,
I try to burn them, but they are made of steel.

I feel so small, then happy.
Light switch, on off, off on.
Flip like a gymnast, fall like a kamikaze.
These are my trials, swing swing.

I open my eyes, I see the sky.
I wallow, for I am not one of the stars.
Pity for me, swing swing, swing swing.
Stop the pendulum on the right side, forever.

I nail the golden disk to the wall.
The angle is that of a rising wing.
It will always be ready to come down,
To lift me higher, swing swing.

Like a seagull flapping down to go up.
I die, I am born, I wish for more.
I want to escape the chains of emotion,
I am stuck in my childhood, swing swing.

My window is a memory, reality.
I can see the cars pass by, lives unfolding.
I stay in my room; I bar the door from the water.
Still flooding, I am drowned daily, swing swing.

Justify my hatred, condone my sadness.
Make me one of you, one of me.
Frost upon the eyelids, frozen shut, swing swing.
No more water may pass this icy wall.

I am alteration, hear me swing swing, swing swing, swing swing, swing swing.