The Cynic

1.
fuck off with your sweet nothings, the words of deception,
of better days to come/
the liabilities masked as possibilities
-hostilities will follow-/
the smiles, the handshakes, the nice wisecrack
a minute before the knife in the back/
no shelter from this world of walking dead
instead an endless haze

2.
the degeneration of the so-called civilization
a demise of everything humane
a failure after failure after failure
forming a strangling chain
sheep following sheep in self-made prisons
afraid to see beyond
shake them, lead them, breed them, beat them
they’ll never respond


the walls that you built fall in front of you
the grayness gathers, engulfs all
last memories of life erased
not one moment of ease before the final fall

krt:
look a little deeper inside of you - you’ll find what I did
no solace, no peace, just the true self - the cynic