Ages of Rage

I keep a secret destryoyer as a pet, as a confidant

He lives off of me; he consumes me and I like it

Forces growth, forces regeneration

I consider character development to be a private matter

Secrets distill venom you know; disciplined destruction

Chemical refinements temper ruin at first

But something is never forever

In time nothing is very much an eventuality

I will die over him; he will die over me

The body cannot live without the mind

Eventually self envenomation becomes deadly

Everything exists for a price; indeed those prices do vary

Nothing is the only thing that's truly free; non negotiable

Consuming and eroding the most precious parts

Time turns everything to stone;

Or if you prefer the fantasy - we are all pumpkins eventually

The world was not better during your youth

Youth is just always better; the venom had yet to be distilled

Everyone keeps a secret destroyer as a pet, as a confidant

Everyone tastes their own venom

Everyone knows it gets bitter with age

That in the end all the pumpkins will rot

Reviews

[Shabeeh Haider]

Beautifully written and you are so correct. The world was not better during our youth. Youth is always just better.
These concluding lines are really wonderful:

Everyone tastes their own venom
Everyone knows it gets bitter with age
That in the end all the pumpkins will rot

[Davidgeo]

Thanks mang