The Restless Youth

glittery souls, half-took breaths

rest-less hearts, uncleansed mess

coated daggers, red-stained walls

unseen brutality, unseen by all

a cripple depression, unheard cries

no long here, a thousand lies

empty halls, an abandoned house

riveting drugs, a burdened louse

then to it is gone, for these are the ways of old

you would be surprised what lies underneath the mold

buried way beneath us

as we all turn to dust

This poem is about: 
Our world

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