A dull oblivion,
Stretching on - to a future unknown.
No end in sight-
Just a steady continuation of the same.

Vision blurs
Breath slows
Thoughts cease

A lilting tune...
Marking a steady discomfort.
Blissful in ignorance.
Hiding-
Never truly considering...
A mind free to wander
But on such a short leash.

A virus
Not killing body,
Or slowing work.
Something much more sinister.
This demon wont take your life...
But maybe your love.
Maybe your passion...

Your life.

The end as we know it-
No.
It isn't an end.
A steady transition...
To thoughtlessness.
Don't worry about it-
All you have to do is ignore it.

Don't listen as the door comes crashing down-
Block out the sirens-
Silence the cries-
Let vision blur...
And breath slow...

As thoughts cease.

Anyhow. For all who bothered to read that poem… I just wrote it then. It isn’t planned – it didn’t have a end in mind. It simply went as it did. In short it wasn’t some concious attempt to pass on a message. However if you can see a meaning, a message – then good for you.