Worldly
Location
Humanity,
So dim and detestable,
Crumbles silently beneath the bed of time.
Moment after moment,
Full of hatred and misunderstanding,
Communication is lost within the void of space.
Every second
Is like a grain of sand
Falling from the hourglass.
Too late to rewind,
Hourglass already glued to the table,
The world has no hope of changing.
With no true form of contentment or adoration lingering within our souls
Darkness, depression, and gloom mask themselves.
Giving the illusion of love and happiness.
Our voracious souls,
Taking in the faux emotions,
Are only slightly satisfied,
And eventually,
Our bodies become addicted to the pain,
And we slowly come to an end.