Searching for Serenity

It’s like chasing your own tail. 
Systematically designed to fail. 
Drug induced 
Just a little boost. 

Poison fills our veins 
Only madness remains
How can one relax
When filled to the max. 

The flight then the crash
Looking for our stash
The mood swings
From a popper to a king. 

Poison of your very own design
Pushing yourself into a state of decline 
Warping the mind 
But serenity you still can not find. 

Daily additives ingested 
Everyone’s invested
All a known risk
Within a society’s whisk.  

Running while standing still 
Our food, drinks, all we fill
A tasteful death of choice 
Long past our dying voice. 

Not only our bodies will we destroy 
Nature itself grows harder to enjoy
As our poisons drips into the land 
Death comes by man’s own hand. 

Once we knew serenity
But pureness lost it’s identity 
As mankind names itself 
Monstrosities placed on every shelf...