Blank
It all piles up
Sadness, pain
Hunger for love
Fed by hate
Surrounded by corpses
Physically alive
Their souls are dead
Sheep followers
The norms
They will live their lives
Be happy
Have a family
And have a car, a house
Lots of money
But when they get to the end
And ask them selves
What have I accomplished?
Their minds will be black
Clean slate
A canvas doomed to stay
blank
