Man-Made Hell

To the over prideful owner
Of a heart’s contradiction
Your lights are off
Veering into a delusional reality
Drowning into love’s filthy dew infested residue
In a river flooded by false premonitions
Of diluted passions astray

Blinded by fictional dreams
Clinging into an abasing void
Kissing false hope
Cuddling denial in submitting fashion
To only grow numb of all feelings

Ah, to the victim
Surely all is meant well
Not realizing the murder committed
By the crowning fools of an over inflated achievement
Biding their time for total mental destruction

Then the vultures of time
Eat up the scraps left behind
Enjoying every last taste
Savoring the heart for all it’s worth
Only to put the burnt pieces back together

Dead souls walking
Ready to destroy another heart
Spreading the disease of negativity
To the next victim standing in line
Adding to the traverse train that slays on
Collecting the lights of the once enlightened
Only to make each memory its own ego inflating trophy
So all misery can unite in mass inconclusive hypocrisy
Where the fragile shatter on
With shipments of pain and suffrage

Welcome to today’s world
Where love becomes more of a myth
Folklore to all the dreamers
Who tried and tried to make this world a better place

Welcome to man-made hell


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
9/27/10