Questions

Who knew that I'd feel so vacant.

That I'd walk this world like a ghost.

Am I here? Am I there? 

Am I...anywhere?

Where have I gone? Why did I leave?

Questions, questions, so many questions!

The world has become soundless. 

Colorless. It's so empty. 

What's love? Can we feel it?

When did we stop? Why?

Is worldly ignorance our very destruction?

Questions, questions, so many questions!

Nonsense. Our mouths carry an empty void.

We speak nothing. Intellect has packed and left.

Have we no assessment? Do we conclude anything?

Is knowledge with our conscious?

What is knowledge? Have we truly been un-learned?

Questions, questions, so many questions!

The world is dead. People are dead. 

No feeling, color, sound, awareness.

We stopped everything. We've ruined everything.

Now to await our doom. The world is ending.

And we do nothing but wait. 

Emotionless and negligent to what thirsts 

for our unspoken evil.

Answers, answers, not enough answers...

Fare thee well