How does it feel, When the world is loud and lonely, That concurrent confluence flow, boring the mind with rosy spikes Your screams are as loud as silence, Ears openly shut to your ambiguous plight Your visceral flow rises and falls, unsure of the next tick - tock Friends are closely far... Like Sisyphus, the tables turned this time The boulder jabs and kicks me I subsist under its weight; crushed - almost I have borne these lacerations - how long? But if the grim's scythe pays an impromptu visit with a free flow of blood, Weep not, such is life For to mother earth we owe a humble entry and a grand exit