Human comedy As a fire without light Hazy embers consuming people Who born live Love mate hurt and kill Until death throes This is what we deserve Ill will frustrations seeing them succumb The more you have the less you are Like shadows in a dead theatre Real did not happen nihilistic pathology Frustrations ill will Of failures seeing them succumb To the part of themselves already rotten Demeaning performances to feed the ruins Of this civilization Real as a feeling black magic illusion And fiction empty the sky of its starts To fill it with romance and theological fantasies