And one day I stopped talking
I spoke no words, I heard no words,
I wrote no words.
Thought stopped thinking,
It said nothing for months, felt nothing for years
And forcefully described the world as blunt.

The contradiction of realities.
The one that does not exist;
The one that is more real than any other
And all the rest in between.
They cut slices of meat,
Roll them over and build another man
Who says nothing, hears nothing,
Feels nothing.
They stay in between spaces of time
To pour their souls into the abyss
Feeding hungry ghosts trapped in mourning
For they cannot be like us.

Yet we don’t want to be like us,
So, they choose our steps
And ask to be fed
Thinking we’ll forever do nothing
Say nothing, feel nothing
Through deserts of realities
That have nothing to offer
For souls are sent down the hole into the abyss.