A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Cold

With our eyes staring,

darkly and without caring,

we watch injustice as nothing,

unless of course there's something,

in it for us to gain from.

The icy wind of us hearts make us glum,

and smiles are like sculptures of ice and frost,

perfectly crafted to look the same but it has lost,

the love that is supposed to within,

a smile is now just a business tool and a friend,

is just another asset to be had and disposed of,

when its usefulness is done and we have,

no interest in our emotions as we,

cage ourselves in a concrete jungle just to be,

able to control each other like pawns,

as we move like cows to the slaughter our individuality is gone,

how long before when children are born and you try to hold,

them that you'll need gloves because everyone is literally born, cold.