I'm calling out. Only echoes respond. But I scream 'til my voice is gone. Crouching in corners and hiding your face. I'm sick and tired of playing your games.
In fields where nothing grew but weeds. I found a flower at my feet. Bending there in my direction. I wrapped a hand around its stem. I pulled until the roots gave in.
The music blaired with a calming frequency. The speakers gently seeped the sound. Of ambient keyboards and light percussion. Creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive.
So look in my eyes, what will you leave behind once you've gone? (so precious). You got what you came for now I think it's time to move on (went will you stay).
Are we so alone. So distant. So forgotten. As we think ourselves to be?. . These are our lives. But did they ever even matter?. Are we worth remembering?.