The ever-present violence grows
deep out in the silence
and the emptiness inside me drives me mad.

I’ll not hang my head in sorrow
but I hope that on the morrow
I’ll awaken and the world won’t be so bad.

Boredom and depression
are the keys to my regression
as I watch my hopes and dreams go up in smoke.

All things I had desired
and ideals I had admired
now serve to make the world to me a joke.

I’m tired of this automation
I don’t believe you anymore
no longer shall I play this game for you.

I’d trade all my years existence
for one day with conscious thought
How I wish for all the things I never knew.

And now my eyes begin to close
as I feel my spirit slow
and I’ve escaped once more- ecstatic to be alive.

But when awoken on the morrow
short lived evasion of the sorrow
teary eyes befall the stricken face of a liar.