What harsh words will reveal my true feelings? what ignorant beckoning will twist my stiffened neck to turn and gaze away from overwhelming failure?
who is your audience? who truly listens but you? where will you turn when silence ushers out the dismissive thoughts of the fool? how will you conquer willful ignorance? with wrath?
the familiar song, the one you hum for comfort, the one from your youth, once your confidant, now your betrayer. but you laugh, even if you feel the blood spilling from wisdoms veins, still, you laugh.
and all the while, I watch, drinking the blood.