The All Consuming Disease, Better Known As Humanity Poem by Poetic Crisis

To be specific i meant you,
To be specific i told you what to do,
Breathing is just so necessary,
The hole becomes a regularity,
This is all a reluctant fantasy,
It's nothing we imagined it would be,

And why just bite the bullet?
When the angels care for me,
And why destroy humanity,
As if it's a disease?
Turn the page on these decadent ways,

Take the rest of us and scatter the ashes,
Through the years we have ascended,
Through decemation of disease,
So let violence sing to me,
So let the violens play for me,
With each touch of the piano keys,
We descend to nothing,


The music to our lives,
They pretend to sing,
Such as the caring of an individual,
It's such a life worth living,
Your only excuse not to sleep,


Can we embrace what we have to be?
A conformist slowly dying,
So self aware it's sickening,
So sickening to me,
Everything's so sickening to me,
The drumroll please...