“Rhetorical Massacre”

A fresh dose of imbibed midnight clarity.


“Rhetorical Massacre”

Why would I draw steel and fight
A battle I’ve already won?
Why would stars flicker alight
Above the dying and the numb?

Why would rivers cease their course
Under summer’s tyranny?
Why would shivers claim my corpse
When there’s so much life in me?

Why would I claim what is mine
In a world none dares possess?
Why would I surrender time
At my heart’s zealous behest?

Why would one cherish and care
When caring is so out of fashion?
Why would one dare to compare
Evanescent craves with “passion”?

Why should I not be at ease
On my blissful ebb and flow?
Why would I unleash queries
To which answers I already know?

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