Disillusion

Born into a world of Disillusion
Uncertainty seeps from its every pore
From a womb of security
From darkness to light
Through creations door
Eyes wide open
But disconnected from reality
Survival of the fittest
Learnt from your parents insanity
Faces like oil paintings
With motorised heart beats
Proof of existence, like supermarket receipts
Fires burn in anger
Destruction festers inside
Conditioned to consume and believe every lie
Beauty is individual
One mans shit is another mans treasure
Seeds begin to flower
Pleasing on the eye like a lady of leisure
People of the night
Lifeless, breathless, drenched in sin
Walking heart attacks
Depression preserved and washed down with gin
Authority breeds like a rapist on viagra
Controlling the masses
With fear, stupidity and endless propaganda