Drenched in denial and saturated by frugal and futile thoughts.
Ever changing and ever wrong.
One wants for one's own success more then one wants life more then one wants death.
This tragic distortion can only give way to death.
Transparent and Silent, I feel.
So bare and yet so concealed.
Make room for a life that will never come.
Spend hours spend days planning something that can not be planned.
It fuels you, this idea is the driving force that compels you to go, to say yes and to say no.
Drop Dead and cheer for you are the workings of an all mighty and all powerful machine.
Speak with no lips, and breath with no lungs.
See with no eyes and think with no head.