The world is trying to show me something, but it is always just off my periphery
Through the media all I hear is lamentation
The internet is a den of pornographers, cowards and narcissism
Joy has been commoditized and only the wealthy can afford it
Pleasure is an illusion of endorphins and nerve receptors
A fleeting glance of a message again eludes my sight
I see in the eyes of the masses, confusion and sorrow
Happiness is reserved for those with lack of foresight
Man is an aberration of an ape; intelligent enough to rule the world, but not enough to control it
Humanity is oft used as a synonym to caring; it should be a synonym to pain
Once again a vision is just beyond my reach
My life is forfeit; a pointless gesture; a mockery of an existence
Waking from the blackness of sleep is like the pain of birth
Sleeping is the only way I escape my pitiful existence
Light stings my eyes; a reminder of the world to which I do not belong
Is it there; is it in the place I dare not look
Flesh is a pitiful shell for emotion and thought
Easy to rend; difficult to restore
The human form is not Godlike
Bones break like balsa wood
I see it now, the image is clear
We are the makers of our own sorry
We are our own Satan
The world we were given was utopian, the world we have constructed is Hell
We are the oppressors and the oppressed
The only escape from our prison of depravity is death.
