Last one left

"To follow the dream
it gets harder and harder"
time to bestow our beauty
time to rinse off the rage
 which keeps us trapped
in some convoluted cage
contaminated with chaotic confusion
drowning in delusions and doubt
no one hearing the silent shouts
for help as we run around
hopelessly surrounding
ourselves with lies and
a low sense of self
levelling our health
wishing for wealth
as death creeps
so stealthily
unheard, unseen
like when the machines
take Control as they've already
begun to warp our minds and distract
us from ourselves and everything else
"this species has amused itself to death"
Take a deep breath
Like it's the last one left