Looking out my
Window pained
Upon a violent space
Observing sullen souls
Abstracted against the madness
Society’s Masterpiece
Composed in blood delineates
The craziness associated
With physical existence
Insistent upon their own destruction
Violent faces
Consumed in violent places
Unforgiving of yesterday
Misconceived pawns
In a game of
Imminent annihilation
And I
My life
A mere speck within
The infinity of time
An atom amongst atoms
Blowing in the wind
ABRUPTLY BASED UPON A VIOLENT SPACE!
An unknown entity
Ejaculated by society
Emulating
The inner mechanics of that which I came
Driven by insanity
Stimulated by turbulence unseen
I
A product of this society
Prostituted by puppeteers Manipulating my actions into
Capitalistic gains
Blood sucking maggots in the heat of passion feeding off my soul
For I am!
Society’s Masterpiece
More precious than gold
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
