Pretensiousness In Stereo

Step XVIII
My Reflections

Whatever happened to the way you spoke?
Whatever happened to your demons and your fears?
So seem to me so brash and full of hope.
Even though these musings always fall on deaf ears.

speak none, hear none, see none, breath none.
I see quite clearly what you have become.

Resting peacefuly, in listless eyes.
trying to buy back all your wasted time.

I've found some auditory editing that you can't effect.
and some introspective embolisms caught in your chest.

Later on, the setting sun
will find a new way home
while I can't wait, to get a taste
of my new found, new-spilled blood.