"Placebo"

Oh! But we are all dead
the moment we were born.
Made alive by consciousness
just to suffer from the scorn
of this cursed society,
built by those who believed
that they  are more than
just  clumps of dust.

Everyone would realize,
given their very own device
how utterly mad it is,
this whole crazy thing
called life!

Everyone is sick…

So came the sugar pill
to make them feel better
inflicting fictitious hopes,
causing subtle burst
of shortsighted obsessions,
awakening myriad desires.

Such a sweet indifference,
this love… this mirage.

And after the blazing flame
of fantasy vanished,
bitter truth shall surface
as everyone will perish,
remain uncured of the
inescapable spell of death.!