The Death Of All That Is Beautiful

Gone is pleasure
Corrupted leisure
Polluted planet
Force of habit

Me eyes have grown cold
No one left to hold
Passion is relinquished
All color is extinguished
They destroy and copulate
They dream of love but conjure hate
Conqueror of land and animal
The death of all that is beautiful

We are rotting as we breathe
The casket is the only reprieve

Emotional wastelands
Are all that remain here
Desolate vastland
Her cold corpse kept near