Superbia

In the dawning days of dysphoria
Cliques of creatures could casually crawl
Through ramshackle burned-out suburbia
To the heart of a late century mall

There a disembodied discomfort crept
Across cavernous cliches of heartache
Many lost souls inconsolably wept
For fidelity they’re forced to forsake

The withering disapproval destroys
What the earnest dreamer dares to create
Trading substance for superficial joys
Lost identity the ultimate fate

Amidst the anguished animosity
Desperate denizens dare not dispute
The cost of individuality
Among these hallowed halls of disrepute

The disenfranchised dystopian dreams
Converge on casualties for the cause
Made manifest in adolescent screams
Of reluctant rebels without a pause

The virulently vacuous prevail
While the wise wallow in obscurity
Individuals seem destined to fail
Against the air of immortality

The flaccid fallacy of failed fortune
Of pornographic promises unmet
Conceive a callously cruel notion
Discarded dreams don’t readily forget

Derelict in duty to destiny
Discarded desire in ready supply
Bolster bastions of insecurity
Crippled creative left wondering why

Capriciously calculated conceit
Coalesced a condescending refrain
Retroactive remorse in full retreat
Squandered sentiment of the semi-sane

Despite the desperate declarations
Of a shifting sentimental dissent
Our manipulated machinations
Have conspired to crucify the content

Of any arduous acquiescence
Sacrificing sanctity of sublime
Ascribed over time to adolescence
Brings back the blistered bad blood of the time

In descendent days of dysphoria
Many moons removed from misspent mall days
The surviving souls of suburbia
Created cataclysms out of cliches

And through the throes of misanthropic youth
Forsaken fellows of free thought can reign
Transcribing the tragic tales of the truth
From the venomous virtues of the vein