Breather

You have never seen such vast plagued souls,
The empty ashtrays mock the beat beat beat
Smirking. Typical bloodlusts, human rat traps,
The weak prey on the gossip and humanity of all.

Never have roses failed to radiate pure red,
Desert sands erode fake synthetic bones.
Mother nature wearily clenches her old fist
Not in empathy, but in vengeance to mankind.

​The key to escape this prison of savagery,
Shrouded by the overgrown ivy of hatred.
Searching Vietnam's soil for fragments of hope
Finding only bitter ends and blood-red herrings.

Dusty drugs, wrinkled fingers clench withered faces
The blood drips down the last Emperor's blue wrist.
A perplexed eyeball strains to identify your soul.
The irony lost, we have been nameless for too long.

Everything seems bleak to the mechanised brain
Enslaved to the engine, history can't alter itself.
Frosted tint on stained windows to the grasp of reality,
Obstruct your first class view of the ugly truth

A laughable existence, a secular prominence:
Is this dusty social cobweb all it reduces to? 
We could have been so much more, so much
Alas, regret is only a human emotion.