Disassociate Processing

Disassociate Processing
How I wish their incessant wailing would dim
It isn’t their fault, they were bred that way
Grating on one’s soul, degrading the mind on a whim
No intellectual value in what they think, conduct or say
The trivial concerns of the unburdened individual
Their worries set in stone, concepts all too easy to behold
Whilst our torment is fundamentally procedural
 Creeping in our skulls like sentient mould
We cannot be of the same flesh
It is absurd, our differences both seen and unseen
How they balance on this fragile human mesh
Between us is reality, a most horrendous screen
Do they hear the paint chipping from the walls?
In the same fashion our hearts beat ever closer to cessation
Do they notice each pale virtue that falls?
Ah, the denizens of a decaying nation
Hate or pity, or an urge to reach out
Judge a man on how he treats fellow beasts
Increasingly distant from this source of humanity’s gout
Despite the fact their minds are subject to suited fellow’s feasts
The blank expression, the shallow smile
It is necessary to mask an unseen scar
In our shoes they can never walk a mile
The contents of their veins must be thick as tar
You stand among them, and with each passing day

You feel your mind slip further away