There are some who call me... Tim?

Oh friend, oh foe

Oh, I don't know

Fingers chase your face

Always lose this race

Yearn to get one little feel

Anything to let me know you're real

Sad sack asks for nothing

Loser really wants something

He will never receive

If it won't let you breathe

Stuck in spin cycle

Load the idiot rifle

Take my best shot

At a target already lost

Comprehension of this tension

Look at the shit I dream

The perfection of your rejection

Compells me to write obscene

Slice through old skin to get in

Rip out my guts just to show I care

None of these things cause a win

As blood splatters in the air

Pour a chalice of visceral stew

Deep iron scent, aortic paste

You choke on my liver and puke

Then run away screaming in haste

I see the look on your face

I'm just a rotting pile of waste

No wonder you avoid my place

You never did like my taste

All the chatter

Inputs overloaded

Too much info

Barrage of news

Phones and texts

Emails and messages

But is anyone really talking?

Real conversations?

Worthy connections?

Heart intersections?

Friendly relations?

All this information coming

From every which way

Yet I still feel lonely today

Another trip around the sun

Another year is dead and gone

Another day another grey

Another pain that won't go away

Another smile with another frown

Another up with another down

Another morning I'm still breathing

Another evening I'm not yet leaving

Another goal I attempt to make

Another candle on my cake

Sentences of imminent death

In paragraphs of prying pain

A blood bound black book

Filled with spite and disdain

Pages marked with incantations

And ancient words for spells

Rituals describe acts of pure evil

To open six different fiery hells

Demons haunt each chapter

Stitched spine is made of human skin

Open the cover and you will find

A tome filled with hatred and sin

.

Then the Moon spoke:

"Mother is sick!"

But the Moon held no sway

Except to affect the waves

.

So the Moon watched in horror

As the human infestation

Hacked and slashed and

Burned and bombed and

Polluted and killed

.

If the Moon could cry

There would be great tears

In his old gray eyes

.

If the humans could just

Jump on the equal bus

And work to find peace

And keep the Earth green

.

But the Moon waxes and wanes

Constantly in pain

Watching his Mother get covered

In acid rain

And bombed by big jet planes

Large oil spills

And yet another forest killed

.

So the Moon spoke again:

"Please, Mother is sick!"

But nobody heard a thing

Until the death bell rang

We got it wrong - This stupid world

Enough food for everyone

Plenty of shelter, all kinds of healthcare

We have the means to stop

(Stop using oil - Stop burning coal)

Yet here we are, warming up the planet

Millions struggling, ends don't meet

But we've got a plethora of man-made faiths

Each one thinks they are the chosen ones

We can send people to the moon

But we hang on to mythical gods

The elite use it to divide and conquer

The poor keep praying to nothing

The rich laugh as the money rolls in

Propaganda machines chew us up

Spit us out

Thinking the other guys are the problem

We got this world wrong

And there is no reset button

Soon it will be...

GAME OVER

.

Then the Moon spoke:

"Mother is sick!"

But the Moon held no sway

Except to affect the waves

.

So the Moon watched in horror

As the human infestation

Hacked and slashed and

Burned and bombed and

Polluted and killed

.

If the Moon could cry

There would be great tears

In his old gray eyes

.

If the humans could just

Jump on the equal bus

And work to find peace

And keep the Earth green

.

But the Moon waxes and wanes

Constantly in pain

Watching his Mother get covered

In acid rain

And bombed by big jet planes

Large oil spills

And yet another forest killed

.

So the Moon spoke again:

"Please, Mother is sick!"

But nobody heard a thing

Until the death bell rang