Ferocity (Denmark) - Insignificant

A single red orb dives behind the vast blue velvet Fragments that have been cracked/ torn since innocence Old hands are making sure of the deteoration of the world Assuring that the human race goes into rural silences - in a profound, elegant, sick way. We can scarcely distinguish between reality, lie, dream and truths - We find ourselves too incompetent to do Something necessary - it has ended in cruelty. Unstuck in time. Celebrating by clapping their frustrated hands We find it putrid - we do not even have a meek faith in passion - we have been sedated They are happy that we are only issued dazed Wanderers - a collective congregation. Livid sunset - array of scarlet clouds A single red orb descending into autumn greyness There is no reason in you wearing a dead man's clothes The world turning grey as the orb descends I am living in a clay pit - clenched pressure Insignificant atom in an earthenware dish I am suffering a chronic dumbfoundness I inherit a smaller legacy - my only chance to escape From the grim imprisoned life - it is marked as my destiny Moving towards a solution - uncompromising as if it was inspired by love - a new inventive iteration. I am restraining myself My savage affections roar in my head Consisting a present hideous behaviour A gruesome callousness. Why me? Why them for the matter? Why anything? Because I simply am, this sad true moment is! Trapped in the amber of this moment There is no why!