Universal Depression

I dream some days
of different ways
of a world of cognition
where eye contact is not
a fatal competition
a duel
where making love
isn’t just fucking
and is not cruel
some place with no rule
where there is no right or wrong
where no one walks along
when they see corpses hung
where no one wants to stitch your lips
and rip out your tongue

but I live in a different reality
just chewing and praying on my fantasy
facing brutality
lacking originality
Following the instinct
is now just a crime
because the anguish
will eat you up
in time

we're screaming on the low
we're running from our shadow
it will follow us till the end
and we cannot defend
whether we do or don't comprehend
a smile is the best disguise
to hide the internal cries
though its a hypocrisy
it is mostly wise

this body is the soul's prison
it's torture chamber
it's poison
the knife it's escape
it's attempt to reshape
everything that is pain
but every scrape
is another rape
the drugs it's high
the only freedom
though it is all a lie
it refuses the hate
by being anorexic
the despair is lain thick
we "care" for our soul
but we've made it sick
and if only it could
to mom it would stick

no soul, no man, no god
can fight or overcome
this universal depression
this world wide aggression
the human oppression
no matter what is the impression

we're living in a world
in which we don’t survive
no matter how much the drive
no matter how hard we strive
in a world from which
no one comes out alive