The world we live in

Is it real? are we real?

Do we exits? are all this part of

Our imagination. Is it because

We been here, in this same spot

For so long, that we lost sight of things.

Reality is in the background fading,

And Becoming, a shadow as we speak.

As the Darkest rap around us, and take hold

of our Bare bodies. Do we fight back?

Is this society, that I called my home, pure. Are we

pure? Pure and full of Purity like the

glasses surface of the lake. The very same

lake that reflect shadows and shows the

darkest that  reflects off the surface.

The surface that I may rest one day. Is this the

world… I called my home?

A world that we walk alone in.

when to be awake is to be alive.

A world that kill the Innocence. And

ignored the poor.

A world that’s without morals

A world that’s without shame

A world that seems so dark

A world that seems so cold

A world that kills the young

A world that scars the old

A world that kills our hopes

A world that kills us all

A world that drives us insane… and make us

want to die.

Is this the world we call home?