Sound destroyed by empty silence
Eyes swallowed in ink
Skin ripped away long before
Flesh melted from the core
Bones deteriorating to dust
Is all that is left of us
In our world we do not care
Life and death are as night and day
Though there is no sky to reveal
Peeling at the edge of reality
Insanity consumes us all
Here in our own world
A shallow existance
A pitied heart
Lies that slip through teeth
Tears meaningless and tainted
We survive on others
Feeding from their sympathy
Devouring their trust
Gluttonous, we strive on
But what is life when you're already dead?
Author notes
Thinking about all the shallow and closed-minded fools in the world made me write this poem. Might not make much sense, but it works for me. 
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