Mystified and abandoned
They tip over the edge
Baffled over what’s known
Misspent words fritter in their heads
Helpless and hopeless
Preoccupied with unoccupied dreams
They are the licentious unchaste dead
Living off societies wanton means
This generation of the dissolute
Empowers heroes built on lies
As blood falls from the innocent
They are rapt up in their alibis
Hope is a fleeting commodity
Faith an ephemeral glimpse
They care little about their conscience
Or the value of common sense
For they are a bewildered generation
Set adrift on angry seas
Tossing and turning in a maelstrom
That never puts their minds at ease
Depraved wanton strays
Damned by distracted pride
Living for licentious debauchery
Waiting for Heaven and Earth to collide
© 2013 Eddie Phillips