Through With Life

So silent
Not a breath, not a sound, not a motion
Stay silent
Sit here with me and stare at nothing
Continue to live because you know it's good
Except no one will tell you why
Take a breath of fresh air
Have a smoke, have a drink
Feel free to do whatever you want
As long as they're not looking, it doesn't matter
Whispers of memories
Experiences past
They rip through the earth with a silent shriek
Choas, a mast seething confusoin
Erupts into a ball of fire
Maniacal madness manipulates me
Thoughts of the ungodly type drip off of my fingers
Into the cup, over the camera
Too late, they've come
Evolve into me and see what you can find
A morsol of choas? None
Only a weak child beaten by oxygen