Imploding Decimation

Do you ever feel like this world is not as it should be?

When all is said and done
and the dust begins to settle
all the pieces standing
are forced back into mellow

The melancholic return
in oblivious absense
Monotony abounds
and still nothing happens

A fervent felt desire
a yearning for some depth
Unsheathing of mine eyes
reveals there's nothing left

Inconsistent surging swells
of pent up cooperation
Man made soul a super nova
an imploding decimation