This Life

My heart is the only thing keeping me alive.

My soul longs for the breath of life to enter my forgotten body.

Save me from the land of confusion and disorder.

Lead me to a place of bliss and tranquility.

I long to leave this place of mere mortals and enter a realm of divinity.

My mind is far from thinking of this world as lovely and wonderful.

This horrid place is not worthy wading through the muck and hatred this reality has to offer.

It has nothing more to offer for me.

I'm over the surroundings of fake love and lustful acts of selfish bastards who take all for granted.

Life is all but warm and comforting.

This life has become the sheer reason why no one wants to live in this waste.

This place called Earth has nothing to be desired, for all that is here is worthless.

Love is higher than this so-called Earth.

Farther away from the trials of typical life should one become?

I should hope so, because this is not what we should live in,

A place where designer clothes and handbags are more important than children starving and people dying,

A place where the world is more concerned about the lies and bullshit of global warming than disasters that are occurring on a regular basis.

Why are we like this?