Desire to be free from this mentality

[staredecisis]

Going back to a bit of writing, something I used to do more often than I now do. It is in usual anti poetry form. Or at least some would say.

Dye life bright vibrant death
The plagues of humanity diminish me
My weakness is stronger, I fail us
My skills undermine our construct
A desire unavailable in human function
Every technicality runs beneath the cell of creation
Impacted in self discourage
We have set the standards beyond our ideals
In the face of nature we hide,
We, the ruined, run the course
Destruction of the compassionate blood
Covered in this makeup g_d provided
What is it? Where am I? I'm infinate
We're the studious of cosmological constant
I'm the pi inside the organic mind,
one in which grew from the roots of seedless vision
A master piece might I add
A work of art, a creation no such existence will interpret
I fathom a meaning, a disruption, a guide off course
the compass directs the clock off charted discoveries
Wasteful,
I consume
The product of an undeveloped system
The virus in a motherboard
Why do we create what we are in a world that hates us?
Can infinity prevail if we are sculpted in physical form
We are the dead life.

If my writing can not be understood, well that is probably normal considering who wrote it. I am a mental havoc. I desire to be like the myths.