Why does it go on?
Is there purpose in this turbulent progression?
We talk at each other and never hear a word
We shout and threaten and bluster
Like Barons and Dukes on horseback
Only, there are no armies at our backs.
Why do we do this?
There is emptiness within and without
Above and between us
I swim in it
Willing to give myself to it
How empty am I, that I seek the void?
I admit, I am not.
I am filled to the brim with thoughts and ideas
Hates and loves lost
Swords and thorns and cutting edges
Malice and compassion alike
Humanity, I claim, rides within me like everyone else
When does it end?
Must you speak again?
And again and again
I swear, listening was my sin
Hearing
Believing the sweet little lies
And manipulative cries
That wet your cheeks and got you your way.
Your way, or something like it.
End it, please.
I’d rather burn alive than hear your voice again.
I’d rather drink glass or bathe in sulfamic
I can’t do this anymore
There’s nothing left to say
So stop asking questions
Stop telling your truths
And also, please, the flat-out lies.
Silence, for the love you pretend
Good God
When does it end?
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