Violence

None of it matters.
we could talk
and talk
and
talk,
and still,
get nowhere.

The truth is,
this world is just
as cold,
and emtpy,
and vast
as it has always been.

When i woke up
that day,
and remembered
that I was still
alive,
and that i was going
to have to
walk through the fire alone,
I forced my self
to go back to sleep.

That was a month ago.
still no signs
of life
down here.
8/15/07 1:45am