the passion of silence

Haunted thoughts, fractured memories, a simulacrum of power. Jaded, endless, frozen. Rambling empathies, corrupt morale, hushed whispers within. Distraught, disrupted, deranged, descending. Spiraling downward, at an ever increasing pace. Numbed by fear, followed by darkness. Lights at the end of the tunnel, forever running, rewind and escape. Rewind and escape. Shattered glass and bare feet, tiptoed blood trails, a mockery of shame. From within the caves he calls, to each a different tune, a different bribe, simply different... Slip and slide along the walls, swim in the shallows, wade through the deep, bend the laws that bind. Trapped by process, chased by imagination, cheated by causality. The butterfly effect, ripples of chaotic patriotism. Patriotism, the patriarch, the leader of all but ones self. To fall and stumble, mistakes of gold tarnished by the silver light. Unending manifesto, carpeted by choices unmade, failure; an idea perpetuated by fluidity.