Serotonin

Why do I supplicate?
For whom do I wish peace?

What have these end days of the deceased been rattling bells and chains for?

Who will hear the clatter and awake from this incessant banter of "real" life in exchange for a treat of well wishes full of laughter?

We all see where this is going yet fall blind and act efficiently yet knowing. Oh, I too, have fallen for the lies that cloud our minds and say "Hey, Keep Going!".

How easy it is to vacate these eyes that bind. Yet, I'm only sure of what I know now doesn't exist. Things move rapidly.

The dead are haunting me. My mind's hallucinating lucidity.

flee, shun, avoid,escape.....let's get it over