Rage Against an Age

. an old one of mine from a different time as a different person .

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 eventual

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

All pumpkins are squash(ed)

Author's Note

The last line was from a writer here... I can't remember his name. It was something human sounding I think. (technically, pumpkins are a type of squash this is true.)

Reviews

[OldAccount]

Wow. That's amazing. And so incredibly accurate. Reminds me a lot of my own pet actually...
Beautiful! Thank you for sharing