Killer Application

I’m the killer application 

inside your imagination 

I’m a virtual simulation 

I’m the eyes of the whole nation 

I’m a sinner and a saint 

I’m the slowly drying paint 

of graffiti on the wall 

I’m the pride before your fall 

I’m the earworm in your brain 

slowly driving you insane 

I’m your sick and dying planet 

I’m a mountain made of granite 

I’m the one who knows you best 

I’m the bullet in your chest 

 I’m a complicated theory 

I’m the sofa when you're weary

I’m your youth and I'm your age 

I’m the turning of your page 

I’m the inner city violence 

I’m the dread inside the silence 

I’m the eye of the typhoon 

I’m the rains of the monsoon I

’m the next man on the moon 

I’m the twenty-first of June

I’m an unknown constellation 

I’m your final destination 

I’m the vernal equinox 

I can open your black box 

I’m a raging forest fire 

and a dozen false messiahs 

I can bring you to your knees 

With a mystery disease

I’m relentless on my mission 

An indecent proposition 

I’m your future and your past 

and your clock is running fast 

I’m your killer application 

I wipe out the competition 

Nail your colours to my mast 

‘Cos it’s gonna be a blast

Steve Wheeler © 16 May, 2021

photo © Steve Wheeler