Pollution of thought
I can hear the screaming
The lonesome agony
Searching momentary relief
A Fleeting bliss
In an endless abyss
Drowning in desire
Of an open fire
That can’t be put out.
I can feel the burning
The stinging burning
The Regret for tomorrow
A rancid sorrow
All the broken dreams
And Toxic streams
A world spoiled
A planet boiled
A Shattered shell
A living Hell
Of Rotten eggs
A child begs.
Denial has been our only solution
With no substitution
That we have doomed ourselves
To a dying system
A decaying prison
And tomorrow has risen
A darker day.