society

the world is crazy, people are ads in a magazine. 

we've lost humanity in a catch phrase, 

it explodes and spreads clinging to heartbeats and dreams,  

converting them to nightmares. 

the fires burn wild across the tempers of innocence. 

It's rage permeates likes sweat through a shirt.
the words I seek creep through the street, unseen by most 

their voices echos, as mine does, down the halls of stories untold

down the alleys ways of thought and memories

everyone is for sale if the price is right, a moment in time,
a memory, an explosion that slaughters hundreds.
Death is the reprieve, but there's no going back,
what's done is done. The final solution.
The finality of this mortal shell.These pleasantries,  these shoulder taps in passing,
the shit piles up under hooves, under words,
under emotions hidden by words, wrapped up in experience.
Gifted to those we "love". Everyone is for sale,  name the price,
selling ourselves out short, souls lost cry in vane.

deciding to post this after it has been 
hanging out in my drafts for a while
it still feels incomplete, very much so
but here it is anyway
maybe i'll come back to it and add more