Turn up the volume
Until you can't hear
Your own whimpering.
Turn up the volume
Until you can't hear
Your own whimpering.
The world hates you.
It wants you to suffer,
And it wants you to die.
It will get what it wants.
...But wants need not be gifted.
A tree fell in the forest
no one heard it
But a passing snake felt it
and a hiss of annoyance might have been heard
as the serpent was forced to alter course
around another new obstruction.