1The human mind is catabolic -
So devoid of the song of life,
Conforming to words so destructive
And to ambition's lethal strife.
While hearts so slowly away wither,
Drowned in the blood of solitude,
As they are trapped within a body
Conforming to starch and rectitude.
Minds care only about the abundence
Of coins, knowledge and desire,
Leaving behind their love that's dying
With childish dreams sold out for hire.
An infant struggling under the cover
Of a morose prison of flesh;
Choking underneath the blanket
That all but love dreams to enmesh.