Tangibility of Human Darkness

I can still feel the fear.

Isolation becomes my friend,

Is the hate still here?

God has yet to appear,

As the world drags to an end,

I can still feel the fear.

What we hold dear

Becomes what we offend.

Is the hate still here?

The crowd rumbles in cheer,

As morals begin to descend,

I can still feel the fear.

What’s good grows unclear,

We lose the will to defend.

Is the hate still here?

And yet we persevere

For what else to do but pretend.

I can still feel the fear,

Is the hate still here?