Mad World

Living in a world that doesn't exist
Soaked and sealed in the darkest sea of lies
Drenched in shame and sorrow leaking out of my body
Sex every hour with strangers who stared with disgust and pity

Drunken bodies and smoky corridors silencing the screams of agony
Dangerous minds and dismantled souls roam around the street looking for their next victims

Hundred bodies falling deeply into a lagoon, while crying loudly in grief
People who feed from the breast of dead lions for nutrient and strength

We live in a pitiful mad world filled with dead souls

This poem is about: 
Our world


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