Crushed

Here, in the merciless palm, we stand dreaming of times when there were only simplistic desires.  We fall, out of the lifeless hands and land on the cold, hard ground of what we call Earth.  
Alone, demeaned, streaming with rage, we fight for belief, we love like we're one, and we hate like there is no tomorrow.

Pieces,
arranged with deformity,
Hearts crushed, life gone,
Within the demeaned piece of your world.

Dreams,
Scattered, Hidden.
Panic, pain, panting screams,
Within the mind of the crushed young man.