Morbid to the core
society had turned
without reservation
Focused on matters
all to surreal & grim
We turn away from
all that is good and
commonly pure of
substance for the
wicked and sinister
Mired in depths of
muck and evil ways
We cannot turn away
from trauma as we
embrace the carnage
rubbernecking our
way through life
Turn from these ways
for they are doomed
to be our downfall
Don't just stop to
smell the flowers...
behold the beauty.