​A “happy” morning

Bitter scraps are still here, in this crappy reality
And the taste of a lost utopia is in my tongue.
Why have I waken up? To get a portion of fatality
Or just to live another useless day? I’m done!
 
I’m tired of looking at these stupid human crews
Which are being put in the ship called “MUST”.
These morons spent their live just sailing in abuse,
In the end all their deeds become unwanted dust.
 
What is the point to live without an obsession?
Because It’s like to fill a car with dirty petrol.
It fits, but there’ll be breaks without passion
And in the end you will get a big dark hole.
 
The sun is rising up and things are getting bright.
Sun rays will illuminate a day which is disgusted.
I just don’t wanna see these people in white light,
Because it’s better being dead, I'm busted…