Cease

This is the song I chose to drown you. When I push play your voice will vanish into thin air... into hot thin air. And I will close my eyes and you will also be gone with the hot and thin. This is the most poetic way of negating your existence I could come up with, but you know poetry was never on my side, nor words, for that matter. You will be gone. So please, don’t interrupt me while I’m hoping.