Tomorrow does not exist
It is here
In this moment
We are a dying society
Life is mocking us.
We do not listen
We are constantly moving
Speaking in sarcasm and hate
Oblivious to the warning signs
People kill people
What fuels the wickid?
Bitterness
And what causes such a feeling?
The certainty that there is always someone better
Someone stronger
And we fall short
So we prey on the weak
Survival of the fittest
But in the end, we all lose.