When all the music fades.
The beeping stops.
Keys turn off their engines.

The silence is really deafening,
No constant buzzing, no ring from my phone.
As I stare into a dark ceiling.

The only thought that plagues me like some dying patient is "how did it end like this."

Am I being haunted by my failure? Am I cursed like some Greek or something to cry out to empty thrones.

"God's! I got a bone to pick with you!." You cut my red cord! If I could I would scorch the heavens! Boil the seas! And make the land a raging inferno.

This is my rage!

This is the ghost of a man that lost someone...