my poem for english

[societyndecline]

the fire has formed and its getting too big.
his knife is sharpening and his grave starts to dig.
Each days noise keeps the man insane.
the pollution on tv is rotting out his brain.
each persons the same, and life isnt different
just scenery changes, but stays in the limits.
Staring out his window he longs for more
he aims towards his face. and evens the score.

conform to this bullet he yells with contest
and give back the life of a world with nothing left