On the wall

On the wall on the brick
I see images that are so
strong enough to make me sick
to my stomach, heart is low

the world spins around again
the loud laughter and smiles
surround me in full pain
as everyone is in denial

all is well with the world
they say as they know more
than what is soon to unfurl
they are somehow so sure

on the wall, on the brick
they pose on paper thin
lines are drawn on in
their souls are not that thick

in such forcefullness confused
all includeing themselves
in anger I write
and othere freinds are felled

do I lie to myself them?
truth is death and life
begone lucifer's den
we will see about the light.