I live in this world
But I am not from it

I just can't bring myself
To be like the rest

I flutter round the outskirts
Of what society deems fit

This world is lost in darkness
A scourge is this planet called earth

Humanity is ******
All sinners we are

Blinded by hatred
Seekers of greed

Accumulate and devastate
Painted on the wall

When will the scales fall your eyes
Another day wished by
A day closer till we die.

Robotic daily motions
Grey eyes and no emotions
Programmed behaviour pumped into your mind

This world we live in is a joke
When will we have freedom
It's 1984
As told by Mr. Orwell

No more Masters
No more Slaves

No more Borders
No more Banks

That's what I want to see

But the sad reality

The world we live in is dead
Slaves to the rich

Exploited , brainwashed masses
Same coloured sheep
Programmed from birth

Consumed by consuming
Purchase from birth
I better be better than Lucy
Latest trends be trending
That's what I am worth

No more Love and patience
Instant gratification
Discarded hearts line the earth

We will rather have money
Than love in our life

Labels and status
They are net worth

It would be better
If

No more Masters
No more Slaves

No more Borders
No more Banks

Who is the true you
Do you live in the Web

Who is the true you
Is the world of data your reality

Life is blur when you live behind a screen
With an Information overload
 Your  true souls ****** away

Do you live as a hash tag
An illusion of your own creation

This is the age we create alternate realities
We create new personas
Behind various accounts
But who lives behind the username and password
Is that the true you or the best pic from fifty

Real people are hard to find these days
Between these interwebs crazies

Loneliness
A feeling I won't want to share

Loneliness
A feeling that I can't bare

Loneliness
A dark hole
Not known to all

They might
Surround me
But I am Alone

Seated in silence
While a single thought of you
Breaks this madness
A dead rose on a plate

White satin and blood stained lace
Mystery surrounds this table
It's myself I try to find
Guilty  the verdict
It's heartbreak the conviction

Passion is a byproduct
Of an illecite  crime
18 and life
Was it love this time

We stand mesmerised by the twinkle of the stars
And the glow of the moon
While mesmerised by their beauty
The tendrils of the dark take hold
We are ****** into the abyss of darkness
While hypnotised by  the so called beauty of the night.