Three and a Half

Why are you so silent?
I lean toward your white, shrouded frame;
Your tears, they simply...
got lost inside your head, I suppose.
Your eyes, they are conscience.
Yes, but won't the world laugh along too?

No no you are tearing at your hair.
...And then he enters
What's going on guys, his voice is nonchalant
he stays by the door, where the other thoughts form unseen barriers.

LIES!!!
you leap from your perch on the windowsill
lunging at me and I,
I dodge you with ease; but you tore my black satin dress!
The sound of which resembles paper cutting flesh---silence.

You strike that other wall, the wall where the pictures behind the glass
suspend Certain moments in time,
AND you had to break that one, didn't you?
The one I liked best,
where, we all lurked in a corner
and I covered your mouth
to muffle the screaming.

He is nothing, he stands between us, Nothing.
We should be like him, I am morose.
But aren't we all nothing?
Figments of the imagination that shattered,
Iamyouareheis Layers!

of an onion, we can peel away (albeit, prematurely)
like scar tissue from a bleeding wound;
but the question stands, What
awaits in the centre?

Ignorance is indeed bliss.
Perhaps...perhaps it is less torturous
to remain Unknown.