Helpless we face mis-conceptions,
with no ground beneath us.
The pain of life dulls,
as you regard it as normality.
The happiness you once felt,
is crushed by dreams un-found.
Any good in you, a distant memory,
a memory of what was once innocence.
There’s little point fighting it;
this world.

The moment you begin to believe it may not be so bad,
and that justice and truth prevail;
is the moment you let it in to crush you,
shatter any ideals or hope you may have had.
It rips away your morals, your sanity,
replaced with a glossy under-coat,
and a new outlook on life.
Not a moral one, a truthful one,
Not one that believes in anything worthwhile,
or anything just.
Just one that promotes ruthless survival.
Survival of the weakest,
the weakest soul.