Hackpoems

Rotted minds

conjure diabolic thoughts.

Decayed lines

A war yet to be fought.

The future is coming,

The past is already here.

Wasted time,

Faded fear.

Can't you see what this means?

Everyone is no one.

Every day is never .

It's always the same. 

Lives spiral downward,

Into a maze of sorrow.

Lost in the bottom of a bottle.

Forever consumed.

So we shall see,

where time is going.

Taken by a stream of dreams.

Enslaved by the concept of not knowing.

Cannot someone stop this monster?