Monochromatica

Anyone who feels gloomy is alright
Those needing a fade to grey correct
The dystopian urge felt so deeply now
Acknowledging our dark despairing
This is the dawning of the next age
Greed hasn't vanished as was hoped
Bodies thrown into worthless tasks
Within slavery our skeletons dance on
For psychopaths enjoying their yachts
Comfort only in sad poetic reflections
Midnight picnics in nearby graveyards
Rusted gates creaking on old hinges
Comforted by those eternally resting
Peace from enforced fears and anxiety
Run-down single rooms overlooking
Dreary streets through rain and plastic
Books crumbled and rotting on shelves
Parents still pursuing old broken dreams
Glory in imagining our weary bodies
Dressed as corpses presenting death
Dancing slow waltzes of the doomed
No tears for us - the already long dead
Strings ready planning our final declines