Kill The Light

As we sit around watching days go by. afraid to ask the questions because of the answers we might find. Comfort breeds contentment. Confrontation fosters resentment and slowly we grow cold as we watch ourselves implode. Cynicism is not a sign of intelligence. Deny the spirit a crime of negligence. pushing back what has been given come to terms with the way we are living. Observing the lights dying glow. as we watch ourselves implode. Mocking what we don't understand. biting off the giving hand. our poorest questions answered in fact, never think of offering back. we must be scared of contemplation. our will to search lost in isolation. WOrk! and so it goes. and so we go., and so it goes along and so we move along. cut the noose. spite the face. on this road without a trace. without a trace