Sailing soft, frozen in time--
Sat on your chair where I could've sworn
I saw a past life regression flash along

Your face. Stuck there now,
I'm alone now and forever forth.
For years I stored half my cash into a box
without second thought
just to end up spending it all in six months.

that last crash erased all the academic pablum
that proved less required reading
  more distraction.

Just a border now,
head against an extending wall,
Witless and stonecold sober;

At ease with every unanswered craving
And coexisting with a life where nothing goes
   according to plan.

You always hear,
How, 'so prepared' people are,
To die. To watch another die.
And why not believe them?
After all, it's on T.v.
Splashed around in ****** scenes
In movies oh so ruthlessly.
Oh but in reality!
They are wrong.
Death is consuming.
It eats at your soul,
Looming over you and laughing.
Knowing that there's not a **** thing,
That you can do.
Not. A god. **** . Thing.
In Reality, in your heart,
The world has stopped.
Been ripped apart.
Everything you've come to value,
To understand, to love to accept
All of it....
And you become inept.
The fragile world
built upon constant faces
Burn.
They go from a smolder to a roar!
More nightmares,
than you have ever seen before!
And as the ashes build you begin to choke,
Oh and the worst part is,
The world keeps on turning!
It's a joke!
Another laugh made by fates cruel hands
So the world doesn't stop
It doesn't care.
it smirks as death takes its hold,
and if you aren't one of the lucky,
One of the few
Who can escape the aftershock.
Misery shall catch you.
And once it's in you'll wither away!
Forced to live every wretched day
Wondering,
how?!?!
How does this world still turn?!?
Screaming
Why?!?
Yes...why...
The worst part of death...
Is the why.
But why?