Reality

Caught in the net of continuous thoughts  
Lost in the wonders of marvellous evils  
Taken by the complacency of dirty deeds of life  
 
 
 
Butchering the youth of nourished purity  
Becoming a pig of the sane insanity  
 
 
Only but a impure residue left-  
 in the pallet of humanity  
 
 
Daydreaming..  
             Fantasizing...  
Idealizing...  
 
 
 
Now sluggish-  
 by the sugared whispers of empty worth  
Mind weakened-  
helpless to counteract the interference of malice  
 
 
 
 
There's no valediction to the befouled new nature  
 
 
 
 
Already clouded, and faded ;
"What is the meaning of this meaningless future?"  
 
Development?  
Improvement?  
 
 
 
Statements of such constructive manners-  
 now only a pun  
   
 
The punctures of the society cannot bring success