Fulfiled With Nothing

Empty forms are dying
Disappear in time
We have never lived in
So many rules created by profanity
I can feel them hunting
Each sensible gesture is beaten back
By a rigid response in the face of the law
I'm trying to find any rules
Or borrow them to survive the next day
The future has been sold
And all the truths have become dead
...Just dead...
Sick elementary snobbish rule
Has conquered the world like hazard
It's like a magnet below a roulette
I'm searching for any relation
The bounds between mystery
and materialism
I wish I could forget that what I see
Is pseudoempathy
Sick of indifference

Mad genocide has become ecstatic feast
Organized with taste and grand style
It's become daily standard
...Just like the words...
Are pain and insecurity all that we have?
Are they all that was given to us?