degradation; echoes,silence, patience and grace

and this is all that is left unsaid, this is all that is left said

and this deafening silence, it echoes.

and this is hurt, this is pain

and this is heart fissures and breaks, this is numbness and indifference; this is dead.

and this, this is degradation; this is echoes,silence, patience and this is grace.

and this is spiralling, this is freefalling, like an elevator cut loose at the top, like a bad star crashing down to earth; this is falling from grace

and this is that moment, this is on that threshold, this is on the edge of every precipice; this is reality.

and so i'll have you know I'm scared to death;
for this is degradation; this is echoes, silence, patience and this is grace



and happiness is but a fleeting thing and if given a choice, i'd take it, even if it wasn't real.


maybe I'm not as apathetic as I would like to believe.