Spores of Industry

Numb my mind with silence
The screams and muttered voices
Betrayed by ones we trust
Destroyed by ones we’ve loved
What disease clouds the mind
That slits throats without remorse?
What disease clouds the mind
To be born into this hell on earth?
I can’t breath
Inhale the spores of industry
Bones of the fallen
Scattered in a tomb of barbarity
Lash into fires of scorn