Modern Day Crucifixion Poem by DM W

I've observed the crucified sons
Of countless, dead end Northern towns.
All the glamour & the sparkle
Has slowly faded from their eyes.
They're merely twenty four hour servants
To a corrupt system they despise.

Trapped like caged rats from cradle to grave
Cold, grey ghosts now crowd the ruins of
Their lost selves. Strange thoughts of suicide
Betray the search for real meaning.
And nebulous thoughts of Utopia
Betray the need for real living.

Slow death; the evil stench of lies:
Something terrible in the air
That always pollutes the pure pools
Of profound stillness and silence.

Night like a black sun smears the sky.
O fear the warm pistol behind,
The cold embrace. And curse the day
You were ever born. O burn down
The frayed house of vain illusion
You cannot live there anymore.

Love lies wounded among the thorns;
Bleeding afresh. The ruined flesh
Of Innocence has lost touch with itself
And all that held it close. Despair's cancer
Is terminal. Starved off affection,
Love is now just an exchange of fluids.

Something in all of us has died.
Something in all us has died
Needle & vein engage in a kiss
That will lead to closer communion.

New horrors unfold at the break
Of each day; at the turn of each page;
In bold newspaper print; In some
Shelter or abandoned home.
In solitary confinement,
We are holding on for dear life.
For, it seems, we know nothing else.