After life cool

After Life Cool

Anyone who hates nothing
must be just trying to cover their ass
like in a job where the company is.
Such a person would not love either,
they wouldn't care enough.
The world can either be dangerous
or antiseptic.

No sin, no risk, no passion or worry.
In the world where all is clean,
the counted bodies are stored off-site.
A world of triumphant barbarism
fashions itself as without any.
The security of going on without fury's risk.
Don't believe it, leap and run to
rip the face off the mask beneath it.
The true face that is but a mask is a tool,
it's a way to stay contented,
brain on dry ice till the long day is over,
the day with no end or night,
you retire and go to your heaven,
counting the sweet nothings,
you put in your herb tea,
enduring a time where nothing happens.
Some call this blessing, it looks to me like
a cursed dull headache.
Can you live in your head,
If you wait till we're dead?