Worldwide Death

Inside this torn reflection...
Like a key to resurrection,
I'm silent to your screaming,
If you knew the meaning
Of what you could have had,
Now with the heart of steel-clad,
You pretend to be contented,
But now your relationship is represented
By the art form of suicidal hate,
Luckily, death doesn't discriminate
Against the teen angst of today,
Social turmoil is too large of dismay,
Pseudo-murderers of the mind,
With you are entwined,
With the chaotic theory of death,
And with your one last breath,
You'll wish you never lied,
But death is worldwide.