Madness all around, marking my gaze
Wherever I turn, people smile and simper,
Bowing their heads and I'd like to shout. What
Am I to do? Stay holed up in a rock
Or better yet, not speak; no one listens
Anyway; so what's the point? Does it really matter?
I suppose it does.

Flecks of rust and dried blood freeze in time
Lightening flashing, my body jumps. Mayhaps
This will just all burn away.
That might be better than all the hate that swarms
Like thick fog.

Cities spiral into mayhem. All
We see are hallucinate duplicates,
Spinning so fast; happiness will twirl into chaos
As well. Mighty twisters envelope the earth, it spins
backwards. Fish-eye view, that's all people have

"Be patient" they tell me; "Things will get better." But when?
People die; people kill. What,
Oh what will make this false revolving halt?