Infused

The remains of society have become glorified by those who wish not to face the cruel reality.

Infused into the threads of our dark society;

Sin

Destruction

Fear

Pain

Misery

Death

Our society has been exalted to refrain from these thoughts.

Though they still remain in the cryptic depths of the shadows.

Humanity destroyed itself; in return, destorting the image our shallow eyes glimpse upon.

We will never again, bring the light forth to peace; amity.

Humans control humans.

We have no freedom.

Generations have passed, aclimating to the minds of the innocent.

And now, all humanity will steadily be consumed by chaos.

There.

Is.

No.

Hope.

Reviews

[Ethale Captor]

This poem reminds me quite a bit of the book Anthem. I like the set-up of your lines in the piece as well, it brought forth perfect emphasis where need be.

[Nami Machae]

Not THIS is a poem that i like to read. Very, very nice. Keep it up, I will be back to read more