Nihilist

My head is tilted

Careful not to be caught

By the black eye

Glistened in the lights

Of modern castles

Where people come

To play their act

A dėsɨrė to be the ones

Sitting in the audience

Laughing in pity

People are in denial

They care little for the etched sight

That watches their every move

Deciphering what hides in their palms

When they shake hands

Crafted with a simple gesture

No matter what rules

Are enforced to shield

The inevitable arrival

Of anarchy and nihility

When they form the hands

Of a divine monster

There will always be

A path around the fortress

Swarming to a hollow citadel

Knowing little of the dėsɨrė

The storm has for malice

as it swallows the war

The people fighting on either side

Chasing for the innocent

Hungry for those yet to be born

We created this monster

We were the ones

Staring back at the eye

Of a face made of glass and wire

I'm aware

That I am the monster