A Poem

Despite the world,
Rewrite the world,
Ask: who's fault is it you failed the world?
Momentum dry,
Thoughts nigh,
Too much so, to tell.
When comfort sought,
Forbid you wrought,
Satisfaction is guaranteed.
Cement that face,
In this morbid place,
Infectious with repeat.
Repeat.
Still, is your digger,
Head and hand - on the trigger,
The genius of late,
Ignored.
As you beat the buzz,
With your memory fuzz,
You neglect,
Harvest,
Then feed.
Screaming turn to groan,
Beneath this Earthly moan,
Burried and obscure.
Burried beneath the shore.
Burried.
Forever more.