Why dont you listen

why dont you listen

why

why do you lie to yourself, to us, to them

what in this world beat you into mute hatefulness

who stole your faith, your hope, your joy

your life is not a life, it is a lie, it is worse than death

at least death hides not its true nature

at least the kiss of eternity unabashedly ends our suffering, and our hope

you know nothing of life, you have not lived

why then, why, why, why do you reject hope

why are you numb to any aspirations of happiness

you believe that this earth is damned, in a way

you believe that nothing and everything is deceiving

that no point lies in trying to pursue the beautiful

as such, you do not even really believe

you sit, in your nothingness

you speak from a pit of cynicism and contempt

painting beauty with filthy ambiguity and disguising your voice with cold rationale

I do not need you

any of you and your desolate empty souls

gather the masses, i shall march on

progress demands that our generation and our waywardness be freed from you