Drowning life

Drowned by life
That "thing" that people seem to love
Where people love and care and find
That peace flies with a dove.

Well the only dove that i see is not one of peace but of hate
One of loathing and dread, and evil,
It's one to anticipate.

Life through peoples eyes, is a mixture ,
one of colours and scenes
One of pictures and images
Some, which are obscene

Not many people notice though
The world of hate and fear
Through the eyes, of me perhaps,
There mind would shed a tear.