Who am I to say?

Off hand ticking.

My eyes inhale the air

and yet my lungs fall flat

There is no silence

but if there was it would surely drive us mad

Minds altercation

I find my head asphyxiated 

between the heavy drones

Dull, inanimate objects

Echo their thoughts for me only

They don't have much to say

Like clothes in a river

I find myself lugging dead weight 

Is it me only that becomes dazed in daylight

Making me weak and nauseated

bustles of people making me want to

flame the masses

I'm trapped in an age of no substance

All these things people around me have created

Yet all I want to do is harm myself

is my god insane

Am I my own god after all?