The enmity which we possess chokes the mind,
My mind, slowly suffocating, holding my breath,
Trying to shy away from the agony,
This façade of ignorance is the foundation to a sweet senselessness,
Flying like another plastic bag in the endless metropolis,
Crashing into a torrent of repressed sentiments and futile fears,
The society we live in is cursed by tyranny and anonymous evils,
Our habitat cursed by our selfishness and by our fixation to diminish all other life,
We slowly begin to breathe again,
The lowly high, the buzz, gone until the next pain induced injection,
Morphine, the propaganda to the soul and the mind,
We no longer believe what we feel, but what we see,
If our mind believes what the eyes portray are we not all sightless?
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