Disenchanted Euphoria

how to ensure that we are not swallowed
by the all encompassing drone
of a world that never sleeps
but continues working even while
it's eyes remain closed - unseeing
and utterly uncaring
completely empty of compassion
promising fantasies of infinite euphoria
the world is so disenchanted
the world is so inescapable
and we just want to fuck everything
what choice do we have but to
throw ourselves off buildings
and we throw ourselves into the arms
of our lovers and the zombies
that leach the life from us
draining the colour from us
becoming the mechanical human
submerged in a fantasy of lies
mass conformity replacing consciousness
willing submission to the superficial
shackled to the empty screen
swaying to yet another soporific song
repeating the same pointless pattern
over and over and over and over again
ignorant of our own isolation in a crowd