Of trivial importance.
Of lateness.
Of magical words that fell into the hole.
Of tunes that came too late.

Shadows unseen. Creeping up the stairs.
Sounds unheard. Going nowhere.

Cries left better unknown.
Torrential tears behind a dam.

The rabbit hole goes so deep.
Yet the light above seem so near.

If only the word believe never existed.
Believe, or not to?

Of neural peptides that are already formed.
Of cuts thats already delivered.
I am broken.

CAN ANYONE SEE!!!?
NO... they are busy healing those cuts of their own.

Let us all rot and die.
The above statement is false. I was lying.

The liar paradox. The uncertain faith.
On the edge.
On the brink.

How thin can the paper be? I am there.