The End

Death is apparent As casual as a heavy sigh heard over from the thin walls Of an overcrowded bunkers Working over the minds Transforming delights to deliriousness A rattle to keep holding on to Potent mixtures to feed on the dopermin-induced thrills Over and over again Reliving deaths with gladness overload Death appears Between commas and full-stops On unwritten manuscripts Unnoticed, unabridged Stored Close to the tip Closer to the core That's Death to a thought Long live the idea of the end God save the beginning of ever endlessness