What Are We

We drink this  
Poisonous
Noxious death
Cyanide drips  
From every breath  
Words of anger and hate
Tears try to console  
Yet fears persuade  
Too late
Too late
 
Who are you  
Doubtful  
Know all see small
To say what may be
Or is possible  
I can pour sugar  
Thick as maple
On our table
So sweet
So sweet  
 
We live in
Candy
Wrapped  
Chocolate covered  
Lives disturbed  
Trying to preserve  
Our rotting fruits  
Disguised lying beneath
Don't eat  
Don't eat
 
Who am I  
Hopeful  
Afraid and unsure  
In this universe  
Eternally cursed
And lame yet versed
In the art of
Suffering and pain  
No hate
No hate
 
We must change  
Direction  
Our course of
Discourse together  
Tightly tying the tether
Not allowing the pain  
Of Disregarding love
Destiny and fate
Not too late  
Not too late