Curse Of A Suicidal Earth

The last words mumbled
Under weak breath
Will be a curse
To this day

But before that
I am anew
Cleansed of yesterday
And its mess

I walk along
Through other’s lives
Tired dissidence
All I find

A harsh philosophy
Rules the now
Save the world
Kill yourself

Burning buildings
To my left
Year-long riots
To my right

You’ve come and gone
So I’m not looking
For an answer
Stuck in the question

Doesn’t matter anyway
In front of me
Lies even worse news
World lost its soul

I am dirty again
On the skin
And in the head
This mess prevails

My feet fail me
Before evening’s shadows
Take hold
And hide twisted faces

Then the curse
May this world
Save itself
By dying quick