Here it comes-

Like a drop of the pin-

Noiselessly, unexpected, soundlessly…

(Other than the clamor of banging heads)

Stare.

Stare.

Stare some more.

It doesn’t get easier,

It doesn’t get clearer.

Instead, it becomes a monster of a tedious drag-

An undecipherable mess.

And there, the figure of knowledge stands-

Free from the beast’s wrath.

Free from this empty feeling;

This feeling of disgust.

Of shallow stomachs.

Of moral outrage.

How dare you clip clip clap.

Stop the ticking already.

Every breath is amplified.

As friends become enemies.

Distractions.

Paranoia sinks in.

Will you be serving my thoughts on a silver platter?