Sunday's Best

I watch the world go by, I hear the hum of the street,
I see the newscast weather and political feats.
This internet screen, eye poisoning glow,
Lies dramatic comments and overrated posts.

The talk of pain, the loss of lingering love,
It all comes down to a push and a shove.
I feel it's fake, exaggerated at large,
I'm too an offender who's guilty as charged.

Behind the keys, depression and pain,
Go on to quote another cliche saying.
Among the world, just like all the rest,
You'll laugh and sing dressed in Sunday's Best.

My senses dulled, a result of the past,
I now will watch, fed up by the acts.
Congrats to the Devil, a sure sign he has won,
The worst emotions are the ones that are gone.

I feel no happiness, I feel no misery,
Love is as good as new history.
I feel no anger, I feel no sorrow
Music won't comfort me this hollow.

I watch the world go by, I hear the hum of the street,
Tomorrow I know the same will repeat.
This internet screen, eye poisoning glow,
All rational sense takes a bow and lets go.

Author's Note

Interpret this however you'd like.

Reviews

[Rhianne Ney]

I interpret it as someone losing hope on something (:
But hey, the sun will always rise ;D

[Sirius King]

Congrats to the Devil, a sure sign he has won,
The worst emotions are the ones that are gone.

very nice

[Drifter]

Thank you!