Painting Demise

chaos and misery breeds within me

and you are forgetting what we are made of

i am but a mere child of pain and desolation

the war wages on as if we haven't lost

but the bleeding corpses beg to differ

and the swollen eyes of these children weep more

yet we fight and we fight and we fight

we are trampling all that is sane

and the war is never won and we fight more

we will win someday

and we will weep

for the cemeteries will overflow

and our kids will not have a world

and we will live amongst the reeking death

as the soil will throw bones at us

and the crops will bear skulls of the dead

and the plants will bloom guns and ammo

and then

we will remember

that the war has gone on

for eons and eons

and generations have died

and we will forget how to smile and live

we will forget what we are living for

and that's when the war will win

and all sides will lose without anything left

chaos and misery breeds in our souls

and the children weep for sanctity

and we kill them mercilessly without weapons

and we throw them to the wolves of tomorrow

and we throw them into a dilapidated world

the cosmos will curse us at the blasphemy

but will we ever learn to stop for once

we will go on rampages and we will trample

more and more of our kin

we are children of blood and sadness

we are hungry for peace and violence simultaneously

we are willing to go to war with ourselves

for we want to be seen and heard for once

we are not mere puppets in the hands of the future

and we are waging wars inside us

we are learning survival and primal instincts

and we are learning to not be mere fodder

in the clutches of the olden times

we are cracked children and our world has forgotten

to foster us into a world of calm

so we will become heathens and monsters

until tomorrow comes and turns us into the adults we abhor today

we will learn to kill and chew on anything that breathes

until the very core of this planet explodes

with the corpses of our young children

and finally we will learn to stop

when the earth will stop spinning on its axis

and the sun will scorch us into lumps of ash and bones

we will be coal and the fertilizer for the future

and the war will stop with our kin dissipating

the war will cease with our last breathes