Is it difficult to imagine?
You must learn and adapt
To the heartless ways of the world
They rip at the throats
Rub salt in the wounds
And the minds are strewn.
They are quite like hounds.
As the heart are cut
How they slowly, steadily bleed
But, shame, it happens everywhere
As hopes are brutally crushed
They lay broken, uneasy, dying
Is it difficult to imagine?
It is truly sick and twisted.
This is how the world is
the world you thought you knew
They attempt at humor
Yet create solitude; empty madness
Torture for the mind; never trust
The colours of the world dissipate
They shed the tears
You see it for what it is
*Vile.