Liquid Silver Poem by Zakhele Anigon

Words.
Painting the picture.
Flow.
A river gushing through a fissure.

Shinning silver,
Mercury.
Liquid killer,
Destiny.

And all the fish swimming upstream to win the prize
And all the fish are corpses before they realize

The flow's so strong,
It's overwhelming.
Omitting tiredness,
Keep pretending.

Pretend that your muscles aren't aching
Pretend till it's true
Pretend the liquid's not intoxicating
Pretend till it's true
Pretend you still believe that you will make it
Pretend till it's true
Pretend that your strength isn't fading
Pretend till the lies ostracize you

Dream you've reached the fissure
Then what? What then?
It may be shiny but it's poison
Your rot is now prevalent

Are you happy now?
Did you learn how to be?
Are you happy now?
Do you have the time to ever be?
Are you happy now?
Is your empty now filled?
Are you happy now?
Or did you force it to get big?
Are you happy now?
Is it vaster than you can fathom?
Are you happy now?
Have you a reason not to crumble?