Rusting In The Rain

As if there is no other option
The life of one has to be chained to another
There is no need for sensitivity
In a world where we are on our own
Let the blood flow as an endless river
Strangling the memories of the past
Worthless residue of our experience
Meaningless pain in the night
If it all amounts to nothing
The world will continue regardless
Dreams festering in our souls
Awaiting the superficial recognition
Abandon all hope ye who enter here
Acclaim is never enough
It leads on as a brutal addiction
Thirst for exploitation
Eclipsing all else
Marching under the banners of ego
Falling under the sword of debauchery
Immediacy is the goal
Satisfy the carnal urges
Break the shackles of idealism
Endure the pain and suffering of existence
Standing in line
Waiting your turn
As if we are tools in the shed
Taken out and used
Only to be left
Rusting in the rain