Everyday we hope and pray
For a little bit of light
And the dark to go away
We beg for a little happiness
But continue to wallow like children
In an endless sadness
We claim to want peace and love to rein
But what we love is the dark
Like vampire we feed on the chaos
We plant in each other's hearts
What do we have left
In a world that's ultimately dying
Nothing except grief and loathing
We are consumed by greed and lust
Why don't we understand it won't matter
Once we're all gone and turn to dust
There's no longer such thing
As child like innocence
Innocence is dead, and we planted that seed
The one that sprouted hatred
And an unquenchable thirst like need
A need for numbness
A need to forget
Forget the unbearable pain
That's like blood seeped into a carpet and stained
That's what life is
Just a tiny blood stain
That no one cares about
In the carpet of time
We're all doomed
And ready to die.
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Violet Flowers
PoésieMy friends asked me to publish some of my poetry soooooooo here we are.
