Desolation


Broken by our own admission
The dirty faces always looking through
The wastes of desolation
All for nothing and nothing left to do

The words silent like a morgue
Punishment for all that’s been done
I’d rather starve than eat what’s yours
I owe nothing to no one

Pestilence and plague
Where once the promises were made
When all hope is gone
It’s the desire that we betrayed

The aberrations of a rotten world
Owed the bitterness of discord
It’s nothing, it’s something
I breathe, just because I am bored

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