It's Always Dreary

Most of the world are dead inside
the others are people who haven't realized it yet
or just idiots.  
We're on a giant turd that used to be a  
wonderful place then, humans ate it up
and shit it out.  
Don't get me wrong there's humor in this misery,
just have be a tortured soul to see it.
 
I'm laughing so hard my cheeks hurt and tears  
streak my face.  No reason to cry, it's something  
the eyes do to annoy me. Ocular hope.  
The brain knows better.  
 
2 million joints and a bazillion cigarettes
and enough wine bottles to build my own  
glass house.  
 
I float in my mind into the abyss of where my  
metaphorical heart lives, and damn, it's a really
dark place.