Glass Empty

Come with me to the abyssal plain of humanity where nothing is real, not even sanity where there no such thing as love and trust just contempt, want and lust where cynical minds play at your fears where the only laughter is sneers and jeers a very cold and distant place where the kindest of you have spat in my face compassion and love I heard them say but I've watched everyone of them turn away where The churches are filled with sacrilegious people with their mahogany benches and golden steeples Where they call themselves the consumer culture Where the green eyed monsters fight like vultures Where I look out my door and all I see is the land of the me, from sea to polluted sea.