Healing the hurting
Days, weeks, months, years
Dawn to dusk
Pain reliever
Pain perceiver
Only so much
Only so little
Until one day
The wound cuts bone

Telling the truth
Disguised by lies
Appealing to you
Appeasing delusions
No matter the form
It is always the same
A madman crying
Over decimated dreams

The world is a game
My life is a show
With more technology, less humanity
The fake becomes real
The real becomes fake
No amount of satire
Can erase this shame

Latched on
Poisoned touch
Death of the temple
With a venomous shot
All of our pain
Comes from our creations
We can rot for eternity
Or remove pieces
To hope for tranquility

Speaking with serenity
A frequency that my ears
Can never register
Am I deaf? Am I blind?
Deep inside, I think I'm fine
But I never was at all
I can hear your voice
It never calls to me
A world hungry for the lonely
Makes me distrust my ears and eyes
If everything can be refreshed
Then serenity dies once in a while
Reborn to suit a distorted purpose
In due time

A better world may come
But not from a worse world
You fight for the future
But your actions stay cold
Burning, sinking
Preventable but predictable
You live out of fear
Your path is paved with death
Unnatural lives
Succumbing to natural strife
A clock without time
A race with no finish line

A child speaks
With no hint of malice
A child acts
With no restrictions
A child plays
With no alertness
A child exists
With no care for position
Taken away with age
Most humane
Most disdained
Hated for their freedom
But if a child loses it all
Their greatest freedom is nonexistence