Homo Iratus

On Fertile Ground

Homo Iratus


The seeds were set into 
Watered with chemicals 

Nothing grows 
Something was buried 
To be buried once more 

The purity of what was ment to flourish 
Becomes a morbid harvest of the dead 

A lesson in pain 
Taught to the ones who cherished those lives 
As their own flesh and blood 

Lessons in pain 
Lessons in vain 

Now drugged up to the eyeballs 
Withered by pain in a dark corner 
The trip turns into a journey 
To the threshold where the planes 
Of existence meet 

Tearing down the last strongholds 
Of internal cerebral resistances 
The waging war comes to an end 
The essence pours and the soul flees.... 

Piece by piece 
The road taken 
Falls apart to the point of no return. 

Hears are shed.... 
Hearts grow cold 
The bitter sweet taste 
Of this world... 

Others laugh making a profit out of it....