Dead world

If we are in dystopia
Opposite of utopia
where people live in hate and fear
with constant waterfalls of tears
The world controlled by people crying
Suicide and people dying
The spreading of disease and pain
Living in eternal rain
Death surrounding everything
People never laugh or sing
And every time you look at it
you can only see awful bits
where everyone is always scared
living in this ongoing fear
Where people never ever smile
Not even for a little while
The world controlled by a cruel man
Who lives to enforce stupid bans
Because he wants a perfect land
He does'nt seem to understand
That no-one in the real world sees
what he wants the world to be
Because of all the pain and lies
The fears, the hurt when loved ones die
because nobody ever laughs
and everybody's broken hearts
are aching for an ounce of joy
for frowns can never be enjoyed
If people they are always sad
Then it will turn our small world mad
People living in the dark
Having their lives torn apart
A world that does not have some love
Will never get help from above
There won't be angels coming down
To help remove the peoples frowns
The world will be as dark as night
Where everything is just a fright
Eventually their minds turn bitter
Cold and dark as bleak as winter
Depression reigns across this earth
and even joys like giving birth
become just another trial
not a smiling happy child
But another one today
Born to work and not to play
born not to a caring mother
stuck beside a saddened other
Never ever laughs just crys
Wishing that he could just fly
Away from the depressed faces
To some different happy places
But these dreams are quickly shattered
as his clothes are torn and tattered
as the sadness soon sinks in
there's another life ruined
The world is now a living hell
With hatred ruling them as well
A horrible and painful place
A hurt and destroyed human race
Where in the alleys only rape
and murder behind police tape
The killers get away untouched
and to their evil tightly clutch
They carry out their evil deeds
bringing families to their knees
For in this land cruelty is King
and performs many awful things
People never where bright colours
Never comfort one another
Live inside their blackened minds
The depression tightly binds
Them to more unhappiness
So they feel now even less
This is the world as they know it
And away they'd like to throw it
Opposite of utopia
This world is a dystopia