Underneath everything we are all screaming out of our skin
Our hopes are lies we tell ourselves
Do we really know who we are?
Aches and pains for answers to which there are no questions.
Closed hearts hide behind locked doors.
Closed minds suck on the teat of the eternal channel of endlessness
Machines of death explode and shower the earth with unmerciful destruction
Machines of profit explode and shower the few with unmerciful greed
I’m cold and old with so much time.
Time to think and cry
While others whither and die
Saturated by lies and hollow truths
Infected by continuous hatred
Seeping and oozing through.
Mangled versions of our selves calling for calmness.
Waiting for a world that doesn’t exist.
A clenched fist.
The antagonism of a chrome-plated existence with liquidized distractions.
Faces bleak and broken.
An empty shell of humanity where we once were
Emanating echoes of happiness.
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