Watching everyone into the voiding
Distraction that the weak enjoy.
Not about the feed, not a slipping off the edge.
Standing fully conscious of the sharpest ledge.
You know fake void of flesh with the abyss.
Carrying a quiet pallet through the cold white mist.
I don't move.
She can keep the mind unto guarding everybody where the silence is born.
Cut off the memories pass.
Looking through the surface of the shattered glass.
Heart stays steady while the heavy noise clears.
Holding in the center through the passing years.