insulting

I could play connect the dots for hours. The ticks in solitude and the sun that's falling. We're all alone for now. We're all working on the puzzle. We try to color within the lines but it bleeds through from the tears of no meaning. I play connect the dots, play for hours and hours. The pencil dulls down to the pink. Candles burn upon the reflection of these eyes and my shadow calls my name. Lets run for hours, along the cement of our city. Where the steam of coffee and smoke mix so well. And the music never stops when the world turns. When its all said and done, Im playing connect the dots. I kill the trees for these lines. I kill the birds to kill the lies. And I watch the squirrels fall to their death. This is our existence, this is our life. This is one things loss for anothers gain, and we will never accept this for the fear dwells within us.