Forensick

At night I listen to
the sound of the animals,
I understand now that there are no
limits to what you are capable of.

You don't even see it yourselves,
the news anchor on the TV set talks in a
neutral voice about rape, murder and
this weeks weather without change of tone.

It seems that nothing matters as
we close in on the turn of the millenium,
violence and commercial breaks has
become the opium that used to be religion.

Fuck you, mankind!
You're so ugly, so vain.
The language of brutality is
all you seem to understand.

Bloodlust as long as
it's someone elses blood.
To fuck, suck, eat and shit,
breeding has turned into a pastime.

Death as recreation!

You are no better than a pack of hyenas,
the sight and smell of someone elses
pain and misery makes you feel good,
ensuring one more day in safety.

Decimating the odds that you or someone
you love is going to get hurt.
Well don't fool yourself, you're not safe,
not in this world.

All you are is collateral damage,
presumptive headlines, expendable meat for the
media hounds, statistics and forensic reports
for some brainless fuck to drool over on the internet.

You are royally fucked!