Death

Death is a breath of an embrace shattered and spattered across a monochromatic static which provokes a new brand of addicts to the tempestuous traffic that they label with encomiums regarding it and their relevance in the grand scheme, the bland dream of consciousness that streams, but trickling is more accurate and the trickles are poisoned with pretentious voices, vicarious choices as people live through those around them and relegate themselves to be reserved what did you deserve, the learning curve is a burning bridge in this life and people often have to walk it blind, balk at the signs then throw themselves into an abyss of disassembled tranquility and broken wrists, the notion of the extravagance continuing to endear seems ready to disappear, it seems to believe is to grieve without restraint, watch as individuality faints and flies into a coma, and the vitals retitle this existence as nothing but pragmatic persistence, at the sporadic insistence of a coagulation of vague morals that made every tender cell of an even more nebulous incredulous person, is it any wonder that everything hurts them. These cynical cyclical hypocritical people impaling themselves on stale steeples with every wasted word they let escape, people’s lives should be love, not all this hate, as those around fall and fail and scrape every ounce of enthusiasm just to get by and to defy the inevitable eventual cry…………………………..