From heartbreak to heartbreak
Even without the crevice of love in between
With lost values, no slumber to awake
And being fittest, means being mean
I wonder this is how the world ends,
Before it ends from unfit climate;
Made by the fittest hedonic market?

It's never about a sip of alcohol
Or a single puff of any form of tobacco
It's about the soul wrenching stain
That burns away lives even without a volcano
It's okay to not be okay
But it's not okay
To be okay with this degradation
Accept poison as a means of survival.
Every joy and every sorrow
Be celebrated with dead flesh
And numbing away the low.

And then I stand alone
With my eyes swollen
Heart heavy with betrayal
Not even detachment at disposal
It's indifference crushing any hope
Of things ever getting better.
Things dead get staler
There's nothing unusual in it
Why cry when tears don't move crust on frozen hearts?
Why take a stand against wrongdoings;
When it merely covers the leftover good parts?
Such are the silenced voices...
Erased are the written hopes of better times...
Change demands revolution,
And revolution demands sacrifices,
Grander than life itself.