That barren anguish mixing with the rubbish in your life
broken dreams when your distortions become extreme.
When the egotistical are euphoric, then wisdom tells us
just to ignore it, still the foolishness of fools exploring it.
Those addicted will not be empathetic if they are artistic
usually, antagonistic! the simple minded and unrealistic.
Such madness in the weary mind, the missteps in time
manifesting the depth of dread, the life of the living dead
Those who care not for the cost, their fear and pride is lost
the pledges before the lies in the tales before the fool fails.
My proof! in your deeds the Rose can’t feed for the weeds
unwilling minds plead then concede while the body bleeds
Buzzing flies among the maggots before rancid rotting flesh
terror in your eyes the life you despised living lacking a quest.
The life that’s left when the husk is laid to rest, then who’s to
cry and why? if one fails every test never once giving their best.