When the system has broken down and people aren’t around
When what you’ve been told, isn’t what you’ve found

When your lonely but not alone
When your lost and feel like you might drown

I’m talking , but to myself.
Running on empty waiting for the cough, splutter and the stop .

Filling the silent chasm with self preservation
No longer feeding the sensory deprivation .

It ends, it always does .
In flames or a legacy for good.