Pretty

Life is pretty
But in the same way,
our world is corrupted.
We see the waves of heat
in front of our faces.
We feel death every day
looming forward.
Closer.
We hear the deadly noises.
It's crooked and backward
Getting louder,
louder
LOUDER.
We scream into nothingness
We are glitches in the system.
Our life is made of machines
The tears rolling down our faces
Are those just memories?
We see, hear and feel everything.
Why?
"Is everything we love fake?"You'll always hear me say
"Wow, life is shit."
Now read it from the bottom to the top.