I see the beauty...

 I see the beauty and it is wearing away
This world is starting to become nothing more
Than a heaping pile of horrible human souls
Mixing together like a soup
The good and few and far between

As we make our way on this road.
Murder is nothing new.
Murder for lust
Murder for fun
Murder from stupidity


Innocence lost because of ignorance fired from a revolver
And
Now a mother lays her hands on her dead child
Woe drains her
Her husband
Emotionless
Because he is too much of a “man” to show
The love to his child


Women, Children beaten by fathers and husbands
They thrive on self esteem.
Because theirs has become writhed and dried out
Tired from drinking and sitting on the couch all day
Angry because they are a pathetic  
And they have nothing better to do
The wives too scared to stand up to the husband
Afraid that he might
Explode.

I see the beauty as it is smeared
In the face of our young girls
To be beautiful they
Starve themselves
They are no longer
Who they used to be
But  are women walking around in a masquerade.


I used to believe that this world was better than this
I guess, as I have grown older it is easier to see why
Cynicism is such a popular choice.