Completely desensitized

from growing so sensitive,

bombarded with violence

hate and fear.

My eyes are scars

burnt and seared.

 

So self centered our society stands,

you cannot attempt now to make amends,

after the fabric is ripped to shreds.

 

None of us, will make it out alive,

stuck on this rock in space and time.

We were birthed to die

and we grow to perish;

our experiences all and all

is what one should cherish.

Death is sweet, abundant and free,

a beautiful thing

we regret to see.

So tragic in truth,

depends on your perspective,

we usually forget this world

is cognitive