Mirrored Echoes

I have never tasted this world,

My eyes in vain try to get a hold.

With this skin I cannot live as a man in this city of simulation.

City moves in mammoth steps, into desperation.

Sounds, people, minds producing a cacophony,

But city moved into a meaningless disharmony.

Chaos from order, pain from beauty – the city will upturn

Pangs of consciousness in stimulation-city will never let you outrun

Beneath shrouds of a million lies, the millions lie,

In the city , hope leaves and the true die.

The dissonant disharmony of chaos,

Is the city’s sweet symphonic ethos.

As a requiem for the truth, earth played its lonely drum,

As I prayed for the earth to dissolve as a drug on my tongue

And extend a bridge between the truth and this movement,

In this city, even the earth is not a constant.

Happiness is like held thunder,

A mural of meaningless redness, blood is a barrier,

With the million shrouded souls in dissonant throes.

I cannot taste the world with this skin that can only mirror echoes.