Familiar faces and places
Are now cold and distant.
Nothing left but dark spaces.
Pain: the only sense of life.
Silent tears are slowly shed.
Chaos fuels empty thoughts.
Rage musings in their heads.
Needles bring some relief,
Hunting for bliss in bottles.
Pills control Anarchy's pulse
Eyes glazed behind goggles.
Wandering through dreams.
Familiar sights and sounds
Nothing but lost recollection.
Peace is a coffin in the ground.
Poetry is hateful propaganda
Art is a blood splattered wall.
Death is now full metal jacket.
Bodies and casings fill the hall.
Hope and peace are tortured.
Murder is the new obsession
Disconnected from the pulse.
Clamoring over possessions.
Wandering through dreams.
Familiar ideas and thoughts.
Nothing but an empty shell.
Paradise is truly forever lost.
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