Invisible -  
Out in the open
The quiet -  
Your life - unlived
Hangs in this closet time
The door opens - closes
This life in-between - meaningless
You claw at spent moments
The seconds - minutes - hours
Wasted
The purpose you seek
Buried .. In a Paupers Grave
Bludgeoned to death...

In a dream of paradise
Upon a hill
The casual observer
Delivers a speech
Without thought
Line after line
Page after page
The words fall
Into this black hole mind...

The sanity of fury
From the insanity of War
Beckons...

Our Moby **** creation
This white Whale life
Devoid of purpose
Measured in road **** moments of fun and pleasure
This serial killer morality
Holds out hope, a flag of Humanity
On a barren Earth
A barren thought
Echoes across the Universe..

We are -
Have always been -
Lost

Gypsy