I'm really starting to hate the silence,
and in return, hate the sound of anything at all,
because it all seems insignificant in comparison.
but the funniest thing is,
I apologized to you
your peace of mind
that was only yours because
you borrowed mine,
and we're running out of time,
in this endless string of days.
And this time,
the ending comes first and the beginning comes,
because without one there never is the other, no final verse,
no witty words on my behalf,
just a hanging