Is there a better world?

It is but a downward slope,
This inability of the human heart to care.
Language has become mere words, meaningless, futile.
Thoughts lay bare.

Blasphemy, the desire to seek the Truth.
Accept and surrender, never grow.

Keys on the board move faster than the lips.
Colours hide the myriad hues of the soul.

The cacophony of the bazar,
The chaos in the streets,
All die down.
The spirit of Life sleeps.

Could there be a way back from here, no.
Is this a better world, not sure.