World's End

A barrage of words becomes a perfect storm. Unanswerable questions, meaningless assaults and endless distractions. Cascading from the lips of angels or demons, I'm still not sure which. Classification becomes difficult when there is so much confusion. Trust fails. Whispers in the dark and screams in your face, what makes them different? It all impacts the soul. star struck and lost in the wind, smoke fills the lungs and I dream of sailing until i find this world's end.