Life on the Fringe

I took titles from the Philly Fringe Fest Catalogue and have written poems with the titles as my starting point. These were actually three separate poems which ended up flowing into one another- they are now meant to be read as one long work.
*I am also working on getting an audio clip of this poem on the page, too*

Welcome to Discordia
Just keep moving
Fall in line. Don’t look
Long upon eyes
You pass. A smile
Misconstrued by
Men out of mind.
Welcome to Discordia.
Darkness lying just
Below the surface, just
Above. Predator lust lapses intended love.
Stench overwhelms
Sweet. Welcome to Discordia.
Welcome to your street.
A land real for those
Lost within. A land still
Surreal to me found
Without.
Stripped of safety
Yet unable
To discern darkness
From dirt.
Alone with thoughts
Among all You alone.
What to say?
What to do?
Welcome to Discordia
Walk inside.
Walk on out.
Welcome to Discordia.
You’re
Halfway Home.
Have to roam
A little longer
Linger here
Walk a street
Hope to meet
You
Near The Annihilation Point
Might be tomorrow.
Ready to depart
For a reality new?
Body a refuse,
Mind made up,
A question mark acrostic.
Soul not a matter ceasing to exist
Soul continues in brokenness.
A taste of the Next came in this now.
Eyes polluted by all your lies
Of love
Of labour
Of living the now
Of getting and
Giving and who and
Of how.
Now
You will see
There is no truth in ceasing to exist.
You will continue although you may wish
To turn off the tv,
To just go to bed.
To wake up tomorrow,
A dream in your head.
But you’re now a prisoner for
Life and in death.
Forever a prisoner,
Forever a mess.
A stench on the street
A heart completely crushed,
Beaten breathless,
A constant murder of the soul.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
I think you know.
Game show over.
Reality exposed.
The illusion was your happiness,
Your self-promoted soul.
Your denial.
Your rejection of the truth
You refuse to know
You rely on your self,
On the world YOU have created
YOU are in control.
YOU are the god,
the keeper of YOUR soul.
Self-determined truth
Seemingly not so bad.
If only…
You had birthed yourself into this world you think you know
If only…
You could stop the trigger from being pulled.
Rescue yourself.
Write your own ending just like the fiction you’ve already composed.
“In the beginning…
Happenstance and time creates everything we know.”
If only…
you were the author of the soul
You’d plead your innocence to the god you have created,
And keep on living
By the rules you write.
If only…
Then you might not be the next in line.
Annihilation point defined.
But the truth has already been determined.
Extortionist exposed.
The book has been written
Truth has been determined
The book has been written
Truth has been determined
The annihiliation point is now near.
The trigger will be pulled and you won’t be here.
Won’t be here in body
But will exist in soul.
Whether good or bad
You will soon know.
Annihilation point near.

Soul continuum
Soul continuum
Soul continuum
Soul continuum.
Fear.