Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

If you could see with these eyes
If you could feel this impotence
You are nothing more than walking corpses
Destined to roam in this barren moor
Destroying all sign of creation
Envy corrodes your bones
Too much dose of reality you can’t face
Our existence is in crisis
Believing there is salvation left
Too much time watching and enduring
Your dehumanized and irrational society
You were never alive
We will never reach the self-actualization surrounded by straw dogs
Rage, impotence, anxiety and depression
But will not be the end, but the beginning of a new era