Age Old

Blank pages hide
Among the clutter
Of work and disrespect
Unholy in humanity
And lack thereof
The order changes
What is today?
What was tomorrow?
A lonely cunt
Cries out for more
Not the pain
The lack thereof
The overflow of want
Never really satisfied
The in reaches out
Retreats with need
Was there ever silence?
It disinterests me them
We want sound now
Then nothing still
Dreams more fucking dreams
Of lives thereafter
So many uninterpreted
Remakes going yet again
You're dead fuck you
Wake up!