I scream; I laugh; I cry about.
I know their hearts are filled with doubt
They listen not; they understand not; they compose not.
They fill the time with meaningless snot
Our only hope, our only life, our only love.
Our minds opening to a significant shove
The voice we hear; there is a sound.
The silence is not as remote or profound
We break the norm and stand our ground.
We do not need the frivolous found
But many fall: lost, broken and battered.
Emotionless corpses screaming their chatter
There is only one and until we see
there is no break from you and me,
And the water consumes us all…