Dead World

The world doesn’t deserve to be saved
It should die slow and painfully
Like the idea of friendship in modern times
Whittled down to money and social status
We tossed our hearts to the bonfire
To keep ourselves warm at room temperature
Replaced them with news tickers and phones
We wonder why we’ve been so lonely
When love is lying unconscious next to us
All we do is take the money from her pocket
And stick our dick in her before she wakes up