I Write Dark Poetry

Honesty is such a lonely word, almost impossible to hear today,
People only seek lies they say, truth is no longer a comfort to people who are trying to make their way,

Hearts become frozen and souls drain,
Embracing illusion at all costs to avoid the sincerity and the pain,

Murdered souls bleeding in vapid and lonely lives,
It is the truth which most wish to hide, unable to trust or confide,

No longer willing to pursue virtue, it is honesty they rue,
Their murdered conscience left to wander and stew,

What will it take to awaken those who sleepwalk under a spell from hell,
How do you shake their consciences and make them well,

It is their souls for which most will gladly sell, the accumulation of lies now swell,
Fact from fiction the soulless are unable to tell, you can scream and yell but some people will always refuse to answer the bell,

Honesty where have you fell, virtue has been quelled,
By the soulless phonies who only seek the illusion cemented within their cliques all surrounded by hell....