Hole

This place is a wretched cage
An inflamed cyst
Upon which we are destined to die, doomed to age
A world not run by love but by metal fists

A ruddy thing that really is a mud ball
An earthen cinch or stone cage
A sensation of hopelessness for self, past and future arouses in me a violent gall
Stamped beneath the concrete and steel feet of civilization's rampage

The present world bores me, I'm left without hope
This sensation has me fading fast
Delusions and phantasms are whats left to cope
I long for the magic of the age-old past

Now trudging neck-deep in the mud
The sticky stains seep to the soul
Ill and sick of a world paved with blood
I waste away at the bottom of this hole