The Undeniable

We've become so used to monsters, Camouflaged as purple-shaded immortal beings; That we've simply overlooked, Our human capabilities of solidarity. We've disposed of the warmth we once shared, And instead left each other alone; With only our demons and mental insecurities, To shatter even the minute pieces of integrity in our soul. Out feelings have become so volatile, That they even evaporate in front of our eyes sometimes; Then reconstitute, only to melt away again, Further strengthening the rebellion in our squirming silhouette of a mind. Yet in the expanse of time, we'll be nothing, Materialism however seems to consume all our senses, Like an unintelligible whisper in a silent room, Reality only makes a phantomlike touch on our finger tips.