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Our Decrepit Doors
I do not belong in this rusted day and age
In the book of life this time is a burning page
Warding off suppressed depression
Living in the great depressed suppression
I’m suffocating in this disheartened day and age
Society in hospice, I’ve come down sick with rage
Everyone’s more disconnected and dumber
Absorbing constant bad news makes you number
I’m beyond tired of people, but I’m not tired of you
We walk hand in hand through the carnage of short-sighted excess
Together on an inescapable harsh trail we continue
Nothing sunny to say when I feel this way
Rays through the clouds of grey remind me to live in the today
But the grey clouds say tomorrow's already fucked anyway
It’s all damp ashes when I feel this way
I’m tired of it all, but I’m not tired of you
We crawl together through this comatose land
Together on this unavoidable beaten path we continue
The world is getting hopeless yet people don’t notice because they are too
Just meaningless cosmic bacteria worse than the dirtiest monkey in the zoo
Lighting their matches and dousing each other with gasoline
They’re not sure why they do this, but they know it feels good to be mean
Just meaningless cosmic bacteria worse than the dirtiest monkey in the zoo
Lighting their matches and dousing each other with gasoline
They’re not sure why they do this, but they know it feels good to be mean
I do not belong in this hollow day and age
In the book of life this time is a burning page
The few remaining days and nights of this age fill me with such rage
Searching for hope in such a hopeless decline
Not one piece of my mind can find peace of mind
A cliff's edge teeming with parading fools is all I ever find
Humanity lies on its uncomfortable death bed
Of course humanity is too self absorbed and blind to know it’s almost dead
They only lived in the moment and invited doom in with a smile for their children
Did what’s best for themselves and left the future most certainly to ruin
Everything we thought would always last is about to explode
Everything we were too carless to care for is soon to knock on our decrepit doors
We’re soon to be all dead raccoons on the side of the road
I do not belong in this grim day and age
I’ve been abducted by my own undefeatable rage
I hate this day and age
I see the fire coming towards us on this burning page
I hate this irreparable day and age
I see the fire coming towards me on this burning page
I hate this irreparable day and age
I see the fire coming towards me on this burning page
By Adam Keith McElwain
Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry
