You know the world is truly broken
When those who abhor pretension
Willingly join misery's masquerade
Finding it better to face life numb
Than to suffer the endless tiny cuts
Inflicted on us by detestable people
That inhabit this malevolent world
We go through life bleeding and torn
Subsequently the malaise takes hold
As our wounds slowly become septic
And we too are infected by the lies
We either die or amputate our souls
Struggling on as limbless phantoms
Unable to ever touch or be touched
By our fellow masked apparitions
Shambling along silently beside us
On this dim, unhallowed pilgrimage
Toward that black sun slowly setting
On the hori