Poem regarding the state of Modern Dissolution

This Vice article reminded me of a poem I wrote a while ago, which fit strangely well with the content of the article. Best to read the article first for proper understanding.

http://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/when-does-the-party-stop


I think it's the best thing I've ever written:

We are the children of a lost generation,

To forever remain in the dark.

We are the blind feeling our way through a dungeon of madness,

To try and find the light.

We are the de-throned, despised, misunderstood and ignored,

we are real until the light comes sets us in stone.

We slumber wide-eyed and restful,

Waiting for a sweet release which will not come.

We wander forever, searching for a spark that we never find.

Long live Gonzo.