What can I say
There are no sounds worth making
No conversations worth having
No thoughts worth uttering
No ideas worth sharing
No words worth writing
because no one really listens
and our souls are slowly fading away
no one really bothers
none of this really matters

The lonely child waits,
For her parents with a lolly
In her hand.
As she can't wait to play with papa
And bake cookies with mama.
She asks why they are asleep
to her uncle.
As he watches their bodies lower
Into the soil with tears that roll
Down his face, as he hugs her close,
to obliviate her future despair