21st century poetry

Our existence had been an escape.
Sefless and innocent we were.
We knew nothing but yawn .
Searching for suck to pin-point.
When we grew up.
We knew their had been a secret,
hidden from our prescence.
Maybe heavy for us to carry.
Engulfed with devil’s blood.
The tales from devil’s world.
There had been a secret before we was.
Secret of our generation.
The one as a master key to our future.
How to get to underworld?
With confusion bloodshot.
We haven’t unlock any.
Many journey to embark.
Many keys to open.
Many throb enstrangled.
Inside underworld lain black blood.
The race is tough but never be scared to hold to the end.
Our secrets was tied innocently in unknown far place.
No light for action.
No source of animal reaction.
Clumsy thoughts that play violently on our cloud.
Our minds emptied with free-fall erosion.
Awake, my soul!
Empty heart, rise to your feet to.
There is more in the cloud to see.