It's pretty dark

Days upon days
These stories are told
To more and more
In hopes to break reality
Exposing truths of 
What is and what can
Never be

Beneath society's lies
From what we were taught
About romance,
The grunge seeps out of
Every cracked crevice
Of broken hearts
Engraving the sludge

That chars and burns
Further into blackened,
Shadowed, abysmal
Space without hopes
For more than monochromatic
Hormones and language
Called the human mind

As thoughts become
Cancerous to all
Hearts, souls, and minds
While pollution floods
Purity and inexperience
With unrelenting agony,
Wishing to flow farther away