Narcissistic

In the silence of this room,
All hopes go unspoken in silent agreement.
This is the beginning of the unknown phases.
In the silence of this room
All words are spoken with nary a sound.
Ideas are eyes searching for contact.
In the silence of this room,
Sound floats like a ghost.
An echo then repeat.
In the silence of this room,
It's louder than ever before, than anywhere else.

So you pull your flesh over your blood shot eyes and try to sleep awhile. And all so you can keep a smile for an hour after waking.

Sorry to disappoint, sorry I didn't point the path your disfigured feet ought to romp.

Can we still shake hands and say we're friends?
Probably no, definitely no.

We annoy each other like those well dressed, two by two cyclists in every American neighborhood.

Pedal pedal, stop, then knock.
Doors never open, but they never stop.

When the world's over
where will you be?
Drinking drunk
a lover between your knees?

When the world's over
where will you go?
Wandering wilderness
a broken compass to tell the way?

When the world's over
what will you do?
quiting quietly
a gun between your teeth?

When the world's over
how will it end?
Furious and firey
or quietly quietly?

You sparked she said
You sparkled said I
You ran she said
You run said I
You were she said
You are said I
You go she said
You're gone said I