SilenceWhy do you bother? With what?All these things. Because they are important.To you? Yes.But why? They are necessary.They are only necessary for you because they are necessary for everyone else. Why would I do so much if it were not for myself?Purely because it is for everyone else; you know you are not worth so much effort. ..And why would I not be..?Why do you ask? You know you are not. ..I am.You can lie to yourself, maybe you'll believe it someday. I'm not lying.That is another lie. And lies do not work on me. Why do you insist that I lie?Because that is what is left. A hollow mask filled with lies. Filled with failure. I am no failure.But that is all you'll leave behind. All the effort you poor in will be pointless; it will amount to nothing. You are nothing. I am not.Of course, no, you are lies. You are failure. You ar
SomewhereThere is a scream.Piercing and scathingSomewhere.I can't tell.There are words.Thrown and tossedSomewhere.I can't tell.I see eyesAnd their spite.Somewhere.I can't tell.I feel pain.It is clouded with rage and fear.Somewhere,Everywhere?I can't tell.This room, this place.It is blurred.It is spinning.It is darkening.It is numbing.I am goingSomewhere.I can't tell,And I don't care.