Insensibles

I saw the world going to hell,
And hell caged between mountains of resentment,
Where rivers of greed and ambition flow down,
And there were landscapes
That only the heartless can make real,
With steel clouds and metal trees,
Birds without wings,
Wolves without fangs

Flowers without roots
And stars without shine
Where taste no longer tastes and knowledge is suffering,
Where if I tell you, I lie and the trivial is intellect
I saw them watching me among zeros and ones
I wanted to see colors, but I saw none
I wanted to breathe through a fierce cough
It seemed like I screamed but I had no voice

I started to cry and from my eyes, nothing
I saw their plantations and seeds of grenades
I saw how they listened with blood in their ears
I wanted to remember and remembered forgetfulness
The peak reached the deepest of my pain
And it was there, where I found... Love