We drown in glitter, blind and numb,
While the world burns, we beat the drum.
Chasing echoes of hollow dreams,
Eyes shut tight to the silent screams.
We feast on lies, consume the fake,
While knowledge rusts for pleasure's sake.
Turn the page, the screen, the scroll,
Escape the truth, ignore the toll.
The earth cracks wide, the air grows thin,
But we prefer the easy sin-
To live in shadows, dance with myths,
And trade our minds for fleeting bliss.
The real grows dark, too harsh to see,
So we drink distraction endlessly.
But while we laugh, and while we play,
The wolves grow stronger every day.
For those who watch, those who learn,
They see the fire, they feel the burn.
They grow sharp where we grow dull,
Filling the void we leave full.
The world moves fast, the clock ticks loud,
Yet we retreat into the cloud.
Fiction swallows our fading will,
While outside, the strong stand still.
The ones who learn, the ones who grow,
They'll reap the seeds we'll never sow.
And when the curtain falls at last,
They'll walk ahead-we'll be the past.
Lost in fantasy's sweet decay,
Our power slips further away.
And in the end, when we are blind,
The world we missed will leave us behind.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
